better than the prize in the crackerjacks
October 28, 2016 at 11:26 am Leave a comment
This morning on my way to work, the man begging on my interstate off ramp had the greatest sign ever. It read: “Too ugly to prostitute. Too honest to steal.” I waved and laughed. He came over and talked with me while I waited for the light to change. I told him that sign was completely amazing. He then told me how beautiful I am, how shiny my hair is, how perfect my skin is, and how gorgeous my green eyes are. And, I laughed harder. (I am sick. The whites of my eyes are pink from coughing my head off this week.) He said, “You don’t know you’re beautiful?” I said, “No. But, You made my day. I wish I had cash to hand you. Your charm will carry you far in this line of work!” And he said, “As beautiful as you are, I would wash your car for free. You are gorgeous. You are better than the prize in the Crackerjacks!” I thanked him, the light changed, and he told me to have a blessed day, and I told him the same. Since then, I have been thinking about the ‘better than the prize in the Crackerjacks” line. Now, what would that mean? Much anticipated, but cheap & disappointing? I think I’d rather be the Crackerjacks, instead of the prize. (But, I’m gonna assume he meant it as a compliment, anyhoo.)
Entry filed under: the daily grind.
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