Meant To Be

chapter 3

I don't want to take up a full chapter speaking  of the hell that it was waiting in line during this event, so I'll give a shorter description. There were so many people and loudness and aggravation in the air that mom and I started bickering a bit. We didn't have a full blown argument, though. She gave me the silver wristband needed to be able to get forward in line and I gave her the half a hotpocket I had left yo put in the DTLR bag she was holding after she took the CD out since there were no trashcans near. Time passed slowly but er managed, even with our sore backs and legs and feet. The woman behind us asked me if I could take her son to the bathroom. Mom said that she would hold my spot. I needed to move to stop aching so much. I got out of line and took the young boy to the sears bathroom after passing through a large amount of onlookers on the side who weren't in line. I felt like a single mom's boyfriend trying to make small talk to her child when I spoke to him . I asked him if he watched Empire. He said no. I asked if he just knew Hakeem and Jamal. He said yes. Trying not to ask why he was here if he knew nothing of the show, I took him to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror as he handled his business in a stall. I settled for my 'I tried on short notice' look. Still I felt that I needed some lotion and ChapStick. Oh well. After the boy washed his hands and dried them with paper towels, I took him back to the line. We had to pass through the onlookers again on our way to our spot with our mothers. I saw that Mom engaged in chit chat with the mother of the boy I just took to handle his business.