“Grandma? Do you think I am a failure?”
“What? Of course not! Why in Berry’s name would you think that?”
“Well. I tried to move out on my own. I spent all my money. I quit school…”
“Love. Those things do not make you failure.”
“Life is all about trial and error. You… the fact that you tried makes you not a failure.”
“Yes. Oh honey believe me we all make mistakes. You know I am quite proud of you for asking for help. It was quite grown up of you to admit when you needed a little assistance.”
“Yes. You are an amazing young woman. Don’t ever forget that.”
My little talk with Grammy really did help me to put things into perspective. Maybe I had failed at living on my own, but I learned so much from the experience, I knew that all of that knowledge would help me later on in life. Any and all anxiety I had never returned again….well not about that particular subject anyways.
For the most part, life at home was good. Blissy and I hung out almost everyday. Patina had been so busy with her new boyfriend, that we barely got see each other, and Penny was still away for another year or so in the military. So she and I had all the time in the world. I soon discovered she and I had a lot in common, except for that little tiny detail that I didn’t constantly pocket stuff that wasn’t mine… But I loved her dearly even with her sticky fingers.
Like I said for the most part things were good. But there were some things that I just was not use to anymore. One of those being, I had to share a bathroom again. You wouldn’t think boys could spend so much time in there, but they can. And yes we had other bathrooms, but the good one where all of my stuff was, was always in use. Most days it didn’t bother me, but one day in particular it irked me to no end.
You ever have one of those days where nothing seems to go right? It was one of those days. I had waited almost 45 minutes for Shamrock to even acknowledge that I needed to get in, not to use it, but just so I could get my things, so I could use a different bathroom.
“Dude Sham! Can you like just open the door? I need my basket. please?”
“Just a second!”
“Sheeeeesh! Alright alright! You need like anger management classes or something.”
After I had finally gotten my things taken care of, I went downstairs to have some breakfast. I opened the fridge to find we were out of milk. Great…I had already poured my cereal into a bowl, so I yanked open the silverware drawer and pulled out a spoon, so I could eat my dry cereal. I thought for sure things would start to improve, but they didn’t. I went to the sink to wash out my bowl and the sink exploded! All over me! My freshly blow-dried hair and my nice clean and previously dry clothes were now soaked…
I stepped away from the sink and tried to take in a couple of breaths. “No big deal” I said to myself. “Sinks break all the time.” I was doing my best to deny the fact this day seriously sucked and nothing good was going to come of it. I knew as soon as I did admit, things were bound to get even worse.
Yes. The washer and literally exploded all over my now soapy clothes. I pulled the waterlogged items out of the washer and threw them into one of the laundry bags close by. I stormed through the house and yelled out to who ever was around that “Washer is freakin broken! and I will be at the laundromat if anyone needs me!” I slammed the door and drove off to town.
I’ve heard some people say that doing laundry can be relaxing…
Well apparently not for me. All that time alone, gave me more time to think about the day and all the junk that had transpired. Sure it wasn’t that bad, but when you are having one of those days, everything seems to my multiplied by 10. My mind started to wander even further and that was when things got out of hand. I started thinking about that slimeball Tiber and how he never had the guts to face me. It was obvious from the last time I had gone over to their place the he and SHE were aware of my email, because neither would even look at me. Talk about an awkward evening in paradise.
The anger I had been trying to suppress was starting to rise and my blood was beginning to boil.
I took a look around the completely empty laundromat and then I totally snapped. I kicked the side of the washer with all my might and screamed “why does everything bad in the world happen to me!!! What did I ever do to deserve all this!! HUH!!? Tell me!!”
My breath was ragged from the force of it all, but suddenly I heard a voice from behind me and my stomach dropped into my feet when I realized… OMB I wasn’t alone.
“Miss? Are…are you alright?”
I stopped and stood completely still. I bit my bottom lip. Oh man how embarrassing!
“Mhmm just great!”
“Well I heard screaming when I was walking past, I just wanted to make sure someone wasn’t hurting you in here. It sounded rather serious. You sure you are ok?”
I looked down at the huge dent I had left in the side of the washer. Oh man no wonder my foot hurt so bad.
Finally I turned around. “No its fine I…” My voice caught in my throat. There before me was probably the most handsome man I had ever seen. “I’m just having an…off day.”
“Oh I see.” He looked down at the dent. “Gosh I’m not sure what this poor washer could have done to you to deserve that, but if you want, I can kick him twice as hard if that will make you feel any better.”
I giggled. “Um nooo. That won’t be necessary, I think he has learned his lesson.” I said glancing back at the washer and wagging my finger its direction.
“Ah good! Because I really didn’t feel like breaking my foot today.”
I giggled again. He was definitely charming.
“Would you mine if I keep you company till your washing is done. It seems kinda creepy in here all alone.”
“Uh sure.” My mind was screaming at me. No no no! You are not doing this again! Your type! Teal and cute! Bad bad bad! Still I followed him over to a couple of empty chairs and we continued to chat.
“My name is Cello Bismark. So whats your name?”
“Olivine. Olivine Chiffon.”
“Chiffon?! Are you any relation to Saffron Chiffon?”
“Yes! Thats my grandmother.”
“Oh wow. My father is huge fan of her art. He even has a couple of her pieces at his work.”
“Really? That’s neat.”
“Have you been living here long? I moved away for a few years, but I don’t seem to remember any Bismark’s before that.”
“Yes we moved from Sugar Valley just recently. My father purchased some property and now he and I are both running the family business there.”
“Oh what does your family d- *BUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
The annoying sound of the dryer cut through our conversation and ended the evening in the same moment.
“Well my clothes are done, I better be heading on home.”
“Ya. Me too.”
“I was wonderful to meet you Olivine.”
“Yes you too.”
“Hopefully I will see you around.”
“Maybe so.” Maybe so? No way! I had sworn off men, this was not going to happen. We shook hands and I followed him out the door.
Before I had realized it, I had watched him walk all the way down the street. He had a cute little walk about him and I couldn’t help but smile.
To my surprise, he stopped and turned around just to wave one more time. I waved back. He really was sweet…
As he disappeared out of site, that yucky feeling in the pit of my stomach returned with a vengeance.
Had I just made a huge mistake?