“I’m a big salsa fan!” -Roger Milla (“…a retired Cameroonian professional footballer…” -Wikipedia) He was talking about salsa music in response to an interview question by Paul Doyle in The Guardian (June 2, 2006) about the last CD he’d bought, but he probably likes chips and salsa, too.
It used to blow my mind how my mom could go to the store after work to pick up a few groceries and come back with something other than what she’d intended. Like, she’d be planning to make chili, and every time she made chili she got the same brand and style of chili beans (Mrs. Grimes Original Chili Beans in Chili Sauce). But for some reason, on this one trip, she picked up a different style (like, Mrs. Grimes Red Beans or something like that). I, in my infinite teenage wisdom, just didn’t understand how she could overlook something like that. I didn’t think about the kind of day she’d probably had as an RN, working more than 8 hours, rushing from one room to the next, seeing multiple patients with countless ailments. I was just thinking about that chili.
Today, on my way home from a short, 4-hour work day, I stopped at the grocery store. The Bearded One and I were planning to watch a movie tonight, so I grabbed some chips (thin & crispy for him, lime for me) and salsa so we’d have some good movie snacks. As the checker scanned the salsa, I realized that I’d grabbed Medium instead of Mild. But, since I didn’t notice it until it had already been scanned, I just went with it (and then maaaaybe stopped at a different store after that to get some Mild). Now, we’re not complete spice wusses, and we’ll eat the Medium, but the fact remains that we usually get Mild. And sure, the jars of salsa look pretty similar, and I was preoccupied with random thoughts (as I often tend to be) but the Mrs. Grimes bean cans had the same color label, too. So, I get it now, Ma. Well, kind of. Yes, I made a similar goof but I only work part time now, and I don’t have any offspring to worry about. So, kids, don’t judge your parents too harshly for little things like this–chances are you’ll end up developing similar traits. I really don’t remember if I expressed my confusion to my incredibly hardworking mama at how this kind of thing could have happened but, if I did, sorry Ma. And, honestly, if I start becoming more like my mom in other ways, I’m set–she’s a pretty fantastic lady.
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