The Dairy Queen

It's Friday, I'm in Love

A/N Hello, loveys! Once again please begin this song at the ***

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I spend most of Friday doing laundry and cleaning up the house. It's raining so the beach is out, but I feel pretty good about being so productive.

I text Ella and Sarah, another girl from school that I became close with, to see if they were interested in having a good old fashioned girl's sleepover. They were both game so I told them to come over around 8 and we'd order pizza, watch scary movies, and prank call the various boys in our lives. Half joking about the last idea, but as soon as Ella heard me say it, she was all about it.

After I shower, I decide to go to the store to pick up some junk food. I throw on a pair of jean shorts, an over-sized t-shirt, that I tie in a not at my back, and my converse. I'm not looking to impress anyone today, but I am actually really digging the fit.

I grab my wallet, keys, and phone and head over to Stop & Shop. Traffic isn't terrible yet, it's still early in the day and the tourists are just starting to arrive for the weekend.

I grab several varieties of chips and a few different cartons of Ben & Jerry's. Some soda, Swedish Fish, a can of chocolate frosting, and a tub of cookie dough and I think I'm good. I will for sure be in a sugar coma by the end of the night. As I'm checking out I grab a couple of trashy magazines with ridiculous quizzes like 'Does He really Love You?' and '8 Simple Questions to Know If He is the One.' And I figure if things get dull we can always learn the '5 Steps to Leave Him Wanting More.'

I check out and bring the bags to my car. A small, older woman, maybe late 50's is trying to juggle her two paper bags of groceries as she walks out of the store's parking lot and starts down the sidewalk. I don't think much of it until I pull out of the parking lot and see her crying, trying to collect all of her items from the sidewalk because one of her bag's ripped.

I pull my car over and put my hazard lights on.

"Hi, can I help you with that?" I start grabbing items from the ground.

She sniffles and wipes her eyes, "oh thank you sweetie. I'm so embarrassed. I forgot my reusable bags and all they had were paper and the bottom just gave out!"

"No problem at all. Here I can pull my stuff out and give you my bags." I return to my car and empty the contents of my bags into the back seat. I return to the woman and re-bag her stuff, doubling up so they are sturdier.

"Thank you again. My son usually brings me to the store, but he was busy and I didn't want to bother him, again. So I thought I could handle it."

"Is someone coming to pick you up, or...?"

"Oh no, no I sometimes get dizzy spells so I didn't want to drive. It's better if I walk. I'm over on Peach Tree Circle, not too far." She sniffles again and wipes away a few more tears.

"That's like 2 miles, I drive right by there, please let me give you a ride."

"No, I don't want to take up anymore of your time. You've been very kind already."

"I insist, my mom would have my head if I let you walk back. People drive crazy around here." I laugh and open my passenger side door.

"Thank you so, so much. You're a wonderfully kind young woman."

We get in the car and she gives me her address. We exchange some pleasantries, mostly talk about the weather. She tells me her name is Patty, she's lived here her whole life and how she can't imagine she'd want to be anywhere else.