Dogpile

Have you ever been the target of older brothers and sisters or friends that for one reason or another they feel it's appropriate and humorous and just plain fun to cause a dog pile with you at the bottom? That seemed to happen to me a lot growing up one way or the other and I hated being at the bottom of the dog pile Not only was it somewhat confining and therefore terrifying to me I couldn't move I couldn't breathe it was also somewhat humiliating but everybody seemed to enjoy it and I basically went along with the crowd that certainly didn't want to bring them down. I've tried as an adult stay away from that kind of behavior. But it still happens and it happened so quickly that I barely even recognize I was part of that issue issue and it's not as lethal and Cutthroat as what happens when you're a kid but it still happens. It happened today as a matter of fact

It's Thursday that's when we have what we call the coffee social it's a place where we always have coffee available Thursday mornings from 9:30 on and residents that are apartment complex can come and visit and socialize. The coffee group is kind of fun. One of the individuals, a really nice lady who is currently the person that facilitates the function just happened to mention at the end of the meeting that she was heading out to Costco and did she need  anything picked up at Costco?  It was pathetic like a group of vultures meeting over carrying in the jungle plains of Africa. It seemed like everybody needed something from Costco particularly the gigantic pumpkin pies. We decided we would get one pie and divide it up. My own weakness was asking her to pick up a couple of the $1.50 hot dogs which I think is one of the best deals still in the universe. I think I've even written about it in this blog somewhere. I didn't even care if I didn't get the drink but automatically comes with this hot dog deal. I figured if I got two dogs it would get me through the next two days dinner wise. I almost considered ordering a pizza but they pretty much talked me out of it because the only two pizzas that Costco offers are pepperoni or cheese but the price is fantastic no question about that. However I'll just wait and order Domino's whenever I get a hankering for the flat round pies. My guilt wasn't too bad at that point in time it's only been after I've had time to think about what I asked the senior person to do on my behalf that my guilt became more and more Sharp. Interestingly the person lives in the same apartment that my friend Billy lived in a number of years ago. She was the person that when she told me she was going out to the market or to Costco or someplace like that I asked her to get me a watermelon and then added that get me a righteous watermelon. Of course I meant righteous meaning a nice good round tasty sweet watermelon. Poor Billy thought it was a brand name of watermelon and she must have gone to five or six different markets trying to find a righteous watermelon and came back and reported that sadly she was not able to find any. She died a few years after that I've never really gotten over my guilt and humor of the situation.

I just noticed that Marsha just pulled in and I will go out and see if I can help her carry things into the apartment and claim my two dogs. She did not seem to be worse for wear and when I apologized she basically told me not to worry but I still have to think that it must have been a heavy request for someone that old to me everybody's pick up boy for the afternoon…