about equal to one and a half of an average person’s. So this course has been super-sized.”
The look on his face is priceless as my explanation sinks in.
“Oh, Crap. I was so nervous about you coming over today that I wasn’t even thinking. I am a woodworker. I do have tools, and I know how to use them,” he says sheepishly.
I wink at him as I say, “Oh, I bet you’ve got tools. I bet you got a really nice set of tools.”
“Miss LaBianca! I’m shocked by your bawdy sense of humor,” he exclaims with mock outrage.
“Who me?” I ask with utmost innocence. “I was merely commenting on your chosen hobby as such a meticulous woodworker; you must have an impressive collection. My grandpa was always really proud of his Craftsman tools. Did you think I meant something else?” I ask my tongue firmly in my cheek.
“Heather, don’t ever play poker. Your intentions are clearly written all over your face. In fact, if you went to Vegas, I don’t even think it’d be safe for you to play Go Fish,” he teases.
“Oh, Man! You sound just like my brother, Carlton.” I complain. “He always says I can’t bluff worth beans either. I just don’t get it. He can get people to believe in anything. He left my dad’s business to sell insurance, and he can sell flood insurance in the middle of the desert. It’s the craziest thing you’ve ever seen. I, on the other hand, couldn’t sell a candy bar to a famine victim,” I admit.
“Trust me, Heather I would rather have one you than a million other girls who are good at subterfuge. Being good at telling lies is fine as a party game, but it’s lethal for a relationship. I’d rather have someone like you any day of the week. “Ty says, as he seems lost in his memories.
“That’s good because I can’t even lie to the meter reader. Everybody laughs at me,” I reply to lighten the mood a little.
It works as Tyler grins at me. “I can so see you confessing your sins to parking enforcement. I can also see you going and feeding everyone’s meter. Did you know that technically, we’re supposed to issue citations for that? Those are the days I suddenly become very nearsighted. Why would I give a ticket to somebody who’s trying to do something nice for somebody else? It’s just crazy to me. I don’t want to waste my time doing paperwork to punish nice people. Can you imagine me having to go to testify against someone in court who was plugging the meter for somebody else?” I remark.
“No, that’s just stupid,” I agree. “Are we ever going to play this game? Because I’m ready to kick your butt. Although, I think you should give me a head start because it’s going to take me twice as long to get over the course as it takes you.”
“Yes, I’m ready. I’ve been ready for hours. I know it sounds dumb. But I’ve been looking forward to this,” he concedes with a half shrug.
“Me too. Lawn bowling is surprisingly fun and competitive. My grandparents never make the game any easier for me just because I was a kid; so I’m used to nail-biting competition. As long as my wrists and shoulders hold out, we’ve got ourselves a game.”
I grab one of the balls for the field shot and proceed to tell Ty a little bit about my journey from an introverted kid to being thrust in front of a microphone. I had forgotten how much fun it is just to shoot the breeze while whacking things with a stick.
“That’s right I remember Kiera telling me that you spent an awful lot of time on stage as a kid,” he remarks.
“Unfortunately, I did spend some time on the pageant circuit because my mom thought it would make me fit in better with her peers and encourage me to be less shy. I guess, it did work to a certain extent. I learned to be a great pretender and a people pleaser so that people didn’t know I was actually more shy than outgoing.”
“Gidget, I think this is one of those situations where you and I see it differently. I think all that practice made it
The look on his face is priceless as my explanation sinks in.
“Oh, Crap. I was so nervous about you coming over today that I wasn’t even thinking. I am a woodworker. I do have tools, and I know how to use them,” he says sheepishly.
I wink at him as I say, “Oh, I bet you’ve got tools. I bet you got a really nice set of tools.”
“Miss LaBianca! I’m shocked by your bawdy sense of humor,” he exclaims with mock outrage.
“Who me?” I ask with utmost innocence. “I was merely commenting on your chosen hobby as such a meticulous woodworker; you must have an impressive collection. My grandpa was always really proud of his Craftsman tools. Did you think I meant something else?” I ask my tongue firmly in my cheek.
“Heather, don’t ever play poker. Your intentions are clearly written all over your face. In fact, if you went to Vegas, I don’t even think it’d be safe for you to play Go Fish,” he teases.
“Oh, Man! You sound just like my brother, Carlton.” I complain. “He always says I can’t bluff worth beans either. I just don’t get it. He can get people to believe in anything. He left my dad’s business to sell insurance, and he can sell flood insurance in the middle of the desert. It’s the craziest thing you’ve ever seen. I, on the other hand, couldn’t sell a candy bar to a famine victim,” I admit.
“Trust me, Heather I would rather have one you than a million other girls who are good at subterfuge. Being good at telling lies is fine as a party game, but it’s lethal for a relationship. I’d rather have someone like you any day of the week. “Ty says, as he seems lost in his memories.
“That’s good because I can’t even lie to the meter reader. Everybody laughs at me,” I reply to lighten the mood a little.
It works as Tyler grins at me. “I can so see you confessing your sins to parking enforcement. I can also see you going and feeding everyone’s meter. Did you know that technically, we’re supposed to issue citations for that? Those are the days I suddenly become very nearsighted. Why would I give a ticket to somebody who’s trying to do something nice for somebody else? It’s just crazy to me. I don’t want to waste my time doing paperwork to punish nice people. Can you imagine me having to go to testify against someone in court who was plugging the meter for somebody else?” I remark.
“No, that’s just stupid,” I agree. “Are we ever going to play this game? Because I’m ready to kick your butt. Although, I think you should give me a head start because it’s going to take me twice as long to get over the course as it takes you.”
“Yes, I’m ready. I’ve been ready for hours. I know it sounds dumb. But I’ve been looking forward to this,” he concedes with a half shrug.
“Me too. Lawn bowling is surprisingly fun and competitive. My grandparents never make the game any easier for me just because I was a kid; so I’m used to nail-biting competition. As long as my wrists and shoulders hold out, we’ve got ourselves a game.”
I grab one of the balls for the field shot and proceed to tell Ty a little bit about my journey from an introverted kid to being thrust in front of a microphone. I had forgotten how much fun it is just to shoot the breeze while whacking things with a stick.
“That’s right I remember Kiera telling me that you spent an awful lot of time on stage as a kid,” he remarks.
“Unfortunately, I did spend some time on the pageant circuit because my mom thought it would make me fit in better with her peers and encourage me to be less shy. I guess, it did work to a certain extent. I learned to be a great pretender and a people pleaser so that people didn’t know I was actually more shy than outgoing.”
“Gidget, I think this is one of those situations where you and I see it differently. I think all that practice made it
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