Supersized

Usually, I do not sit down and write posts with such vigor.  I could not wait to write this post.

I was slammed at work today, slammed.

And I was excited.  It was a lovely day in coastal Carolina.  And, I was going to Beaufort today.  I love Beaufort.  Love it.  And the clear skies and the breeze, awesome day.

I spent some time in "America's Number One Small City" and was moving to the next town.  I realized that I was parched and didn't have any waters in the car.

Let me just say, I hate FAST FOOD, except for a number one at Chick Fillet.

Anyway, I pulled into a H----- that I never even realized was there.

I pulled up knowing that  the  only thing I  wanted was a diet coke. 

The voice comes out of the box and I was stunned.  The typical southern greeting was gone.  Instead was a raspy, black lung sounding woman, "Welcome to H-----, may I take your order?"

Man, it is true, it is hard to find good help.

I swing around and get to the drive thru window and there she is, in all of her frosted lipstick glory, Crystal Meth Bev!!!!!!!

And all I hear is the 2 packs of Lucky Strike, non filter, squeal, "Oh my God, it is TV girl, can you believe it, put the phone down."

Okay, I cracked up.  She is screaming inside to her co-workers, "You know that girl that I told you I knew who works in TV, this is her."

I was laughing so hard.  She hands me my diet coke, "girl there is nobody behind you, OMG it is Wednesday, don't tell me you are going to summer camp?"

"No, no I am not, what about you and your son?"

"Don't know, haven't heard from him."  I guess it is going around.

"What are you doing working here?"

"I am getting married and I needed more money and I got another job and so I swing burgers and I cannot believe you are sitting here in front of me.  I have wondered about you 12 million times.  I told you I would see you and yell TV girl."

Another car came up to the window.  We said our goodbyes. 

She was clean, teeth, her hair was styled and she is in LOVE with frosted lipstick, pink no less.

I was so excited about seeing her.  I had to laugh that she thought I was going to summer camp.

As the day went on though, it made me sad.  I missed her.  I missed hoping for the best for all of us.  I missed the relationship that I had then, with my son,  even with the glass.  I missed the future.   I missed knowing where the button and what he was doing.  I  missed what I had known for so long.  Now, I know and have nothing.  Not even summer camp.

Then, I snapped out of it. 

Crystal Meth Bev was HOPE, all 80 pounds of her.  She detached from her son with love an an engagement ring, a sponsor and a job.  She turned her life around.  I am guessing she is about 38.  She looks 68.  Regardless, she did it. 

When I called Franklin and told him, we were laughing.  He asked, "did she ask about the button?"

"Nope."

I thought about her all day.  All day. 

I thought about the impressions that people make on others.  How people meet just when they need to and why God puts people together in life.

And I thought about the impression that the 80 pound, drunk, Honey Boo Boo  extra had made on my life and how she Supersized me with Hope and a Diet coke.