Little Miss Molly

Just had a little visitor. Normally when people knock on my door, I duck & hide. (My front door has glass panes & you can see in.) I can never say no when they want me to buy something or sign up for a "good" cause, so I've resorted to hiding. Also, you never know if it's going to be a Jehovah's Witness or a Mormon Missionary trying to give out stuff for me to read. Last time, it took me four months to get rid of the Book of Mormon this guy left me. Didn't want to throw it away & I couldn't get anyone I know to take it.

I've also tried pretending to be Chinese not speaking any English or broken English at least, but that never works because I'm awful at it. I should take lessons from Hasen since he's so good. Speaks to me with the oriental accent when he thinks I'm having a difficult time understanding him. So rude. (He doesn't get that it might have something to do with him talking 100 miles per hour.) Anyway, I inevitably end up laughing or turning bright red from being embarrassed & feeling guilty.

That reminds me of this time I was at the beach with a friend of mine. This creepy looking dude (okay, not creepy, but no matter how hot they are, I hate being approached at the beach...don't ask me why) came over to us. I was laying on my stomach so it was my friend who ended up talking to him. Since I wasn't participating in the conversation, the guy says, "Your friend's really quiet," to which my friend Grace replies, "Oh, she's a foreign exchange student from China. She doesn't speak much English. I'm in the Chinese class she TA's in." I had to put my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't bust out laughing.

Dude: Oh, so you speak Chinese?
Grace: A little. Enough to hang out with her.
D: Will you tell her I think she's beautiful?
G: Sure. To me, "#$%^&*()__)(*&^%$%^&*"

To which I can't help but bust up with my hands over my face.

G: She's shy, but I think she's flattered. Look at her turning red and giggling.
D: What's her name?
G: Sheshuan.
D: Hm, Sheshuan. Does she have a boyfriend?
G: Not that I know of. Why don't you talk to her? She understand a little.

D: YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL NAME!
(Why do we all yell when someone doesn't speak English. I find myself doing the same thing...it's not like they're deaf.)
Me: Thank you, (with the best foreign sounding accent I could muster up.)
D: YOU SPEAK VERY WELL! I DON'T DETECT AN ACCENT! WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO OUT ON A DATE SOMETIME?

I look over to my friend who's sitting there with a straight face. I wanted to kill her for putting me on the spot & as funny as it was watching her speak to me in "Chinese" I started to feel guilty. She pretended to interpret for me with a few more @#$%^&*($#$%^&* and finally told the guy that I had a man waiting for me in China.

Sorry, went on a tangent. Back to my little visitor.

The knock on my door was strong. I knelt to the floor up on my loft and crawled over to the short wall. I slowly moved my head up so I could peek below without them seeing me, but couldn't make out anyone. Then the knock, again. It had to be a dwarf. A kid couldn't knock that hard. I was curious to see what the dwarf may be selling and ran downstairs. When I opened the door, there stood Molly, a cute little red head with freckles- a student of mine from this past year. She stood there with her arms out with a large card she had made for me in her cute little hands. (Have no idea how she knocked so hard.)

Molly had missed me as much as I've been missing her and stopped by with her grandma to say hello. I picked her up and twirled her around and we hugged for a long time. She and I were all smiles and I listened to her as she timidly told me what she's been up to all summer. (Kids get weird when they see you outside of school...hence the timidness.) Sadly, her family is moving to Red Lodge, Montana so her dad can manage the ski resort up there. (And she had promised to teach me how to ski next season so I wouldn't get stuck on a black diamond like I did last year.) I was heartbroken to hear the news, but she assured me she'd come visit.

So that was my little visitor today who came not to sell me anything or talk me into changing my religion, but to just give me lots of love. I miss that about being a kid...just going over to friends' to say hi just because. When did we get so uptight & weird that we have to make appointments to see our friends?