Monday, January 07, 2008
My childhood ex-neighbor Jenny is a total bitch
My new friend Chris over at Inane Thoughts and Insane Ramblings recently bought a new dryer and let his little boy Trevor play in the box.
I am nearly green with envy.
Playing in huge boxes was the coolest thing ever - probably even cooler than building a fort out of sofa cushions and assorted furniture. It probably still is that cool or little Trevor wouldn't be sitting all high & mighty in his box right now.
This post of Chris's reminded me of the time my mom had a new refrigerator delivered to our house. It was the summer before I started 7th grade, when I was 12. My next-door-neighbor, Jenny, was 10.
Jenny and I had been best buds in earlier years, but as we both approached adolescence we didn't hang out so much any more. Not that I didn't want to, but she and her other little friends were starting to do that tween all-girl thing where they would hang out in the bathroom for hours washing each others' hair and trying on bras and stuff. I was totally excluded. Probably a good thing too, because I'd make a hideous drag queen.
Anyway, on this particularly beautiful summer day when I was 12, I hadn't spoken with Jenny for months and months. But about 30 minutes after our new refrigerator arrived, she showed up at my door with her new best friend from down the street, Joanne. I was really happy to see her because I missed hanging out with her, and I was becoming too nerdy for anyone else to want to spend time with me.
"Hey Jenny! How are you?" I said as I opened the door. "Hi, Joanne," I added, a bit less enthusiastically.
"What's going on? Do you want to come in?"
"Did you get a new refrigerator?" Jenny asked.
"Yes, it's really nice- want to see it?"
"No. Do you still have the box?"
"Yeah, you know, the box the refrigerator came in."
"Oh, no, the delivery guys took it away with the old refrigerator."
"Oh, ok. We thought maybe we could play in it. See ya later." They turned to leave.
"You guys, wait!" I called out. "We can do something else if you want!"
"That's ok, we just wanted to see if you had the box. Talk to you soon."
I didn't think much of it at the time because I was used to that sort of thing, being the geek that I was. But tonight, after seeing Chris's post about Trevor and the Box, I came to the conclusion that my childhood ex-neighbor Jenny is a total bitch.
I suppose some scars will never heal.