Yesterday afternoon, The Husband and my two "big" girls were sent into a WAWA to procure cold drinks and a giant coffee (for guess who). Frankie and I chose to stay in the van instead of going in the store.
Of course, we heard them coming, long before we saw them. When the two custom, completely tricked out and meticulously shined to perfection Harley Davidsons and their ginormous, tattooed riders, came rip-roaring into the parking lot and pulled into the empty parking space next to me and my kid, I mean, who couldn't help but stare?
When I saw Frankie's little finger reaching over to hit the down button on the power window, I had a bad feeling well up inside me. Surely, she wasn't going to, yep, she absolutely started to wave the bikers over to our minivan. It was too late for me to stop it, and I sat their immobilized, just waiting for the shiz to hit the fan. Never in a million years did I think my kid was going to lean her little body all the way out of my vehicle, just so she could enthusiastically shout out to these two leather clad road warriors:
Hi guys! I really like your scooters!
Aaaaack! I watched the faces on these two tough as nails dudes morph from shock and awe, to pure unadulterated joy. The larger of the two, who looked like he's seen his share of some hard time, shook his head and belly laughed for a full minute. I can't even begin to describe how thankful I am that they both took Frankie's well meaning yet enormous insult from the good, innocent place it was coming from. When they pulled it together, the large one replied, "Why, thank you, Little Lady!" And I breathed a very large, sigh of relief.
Of course, I found the look on The Husband's face when we pulled out of the parking lot and he saw those two wild and unsavory characters leaning over their Harleys, waving madly and shouting heart felt good-byes to his youngest, PRICELESS.
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