Breakfast and Beyond
More days than do should start with pound cake and orange juice.
Then there was a two-and-a-half hour pre-marriage counseling session. And e-mails and stuff and things and lunch.
In the afternoon, I drove an entire hour to visit a church member who lives in a nursing home in another county. Not locating her in the usual places, a nurse told me she had gone to the eye doctor. I drove back to Lancaster. A woman in the nursing home there told me about having her photo made with the world’s heaviest man — legitimate Guinness Book of World Records guy –, showing it to her mother, and saying that they were going to get married. I strained my neck trying to hear her weak voice. Leftover yellow Peeps were on her shelf, ominously close to my left arm.
E-mails and phone calls and things and stuff.
I put on racquetball clothes and went to the History Committee meeting. Six of us walked the cemetery slowly, researching for an upcoming children’s activity. No, I’m serious. Then I played racquetball. Now it’s time to go to bed.
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There it is. You’re living proof. Truth really IS stranger than fiction!
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Response from Steve:
Strangeness and I are old friends!
I think I’d like that lady in the nursing home. I’ve always wanted to shock people like
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Response from Steve:
She has lots of amazing and entertaining stories. She was a photographer who travelled by car all over the US, “taking risks”, as she put it.
So…what’s so ominous about Peeps? They do seem to inspire extreme reactions both positive and negative.
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Response from Steve:
Oh, they try to look so innocent and marshmellowy. Pastel or not, I’m not taking any chances!
I was talking to my sister the other day and she mentioned a mutual friend’s obsession with Peeps. They’d had a party recently and someone brought several packages of blue Peeps as a treat. Although no one actually saw the consumption, not long after the party began, the Peeps were gone. Our mutual friend thought she’d been sly…secretly eating ALL the Peeps without being noticed. She had no clue that she’d spent most of the party sporting a tell-tale blue ring around her lips!
She’ll be teased mercilessly for the rest of her life, of course!
You, on the other hand, appear to be in the anti-Peep camp. Good decision…unwanted sugar lips can be pretty embarrassing.
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Response from Steve:
That’s a great story. You should let her know that you wrote about her here.
I’ve never given Peeps much thought. Their cult status is something that has just escaped me. They look like they’re up to something.
If Peeps were as innocent as they looked, then the gangs in the hood wouldn’t be talking about them so much. “Yo, I’m gonna hang with my Peeps.”
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Response from Steve:
HA! Very good.
Oh they’re up to something alright. World domination. They talk to me you know.
Seriously, we have a Peep trophy in my office that we pass on to the next winner of the NCAA tourney bracket picks each year. 2 yellow Peeps are mounted on the top and, although they are now 2 years old, they look exactly the same as they did when fresh out of the package. Kinda hard they are though. I’ll have to round up the picture I have of the trophy.
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Response from Steve:
Hey, Lee, great to hear from you again! That Peep trophy sounds like a real treasure. And they’re a little too well-preserved, I’d say. I’d love to see the picture. Or you could just win the bracket contest one year and then I could see it in person.
I’d like to see the picture too…that’s hilarious!