Politeness is rare

When I got home today, I slid my seat forward in order to grab the bag of junk I threw back there earlier.  I assumed (with utterly no concern; I simply figured) that I would notice at least a crumb or two on the back seat.

There was nothing on the seat!  What a sweet, polite little kid!!

If you were to tell her that I said this, I’m not sure the best way to convey that I was not searching for a mess; I was actually just astounded to notice the sheer lack of a mess, and I only noticed anything at all because you pointed out to me the handful of crackers and M&Ms she brought into the car as we departed the realm of dreams to reach the land of trinkets and trash.

About Ursula E Minor

*In lieu of verbositously bombarding the email inboxes of those whose time I take care to not waste, I sought an unobtrusive, alternative outlet for my compulsion to do exactly that. This is it. Ursula E Minor at rocketmail dot com is the address I use for private written interactivity.
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