Sunday, January 01, 2006

Christmas Memories - Uisce

Rules: '..post a comment here on my blog with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL CHRISTMAS MEMORY of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.'
You can find all 28 memories here.
It was an idea I picked up from Oldoldlady.
And then I made it bigger!

At my Crazie Christmas Party the other night, without telling them what it was for, I had each adult give me a number between 1 and 28.
So there are 6 memories!

and so to number 21.....

Uisce said...
I just stopped by to wish you a Merry Christmas! And boy, does that bring back memories. I remember it as if it were yesterday. Oh, but it was so many yesterdays ago.

I was finishing up my shift on Christmas Eve at the 7-Eleven in your neighborhood. You had come in to buy a cold bottle of Chablis, some scratch off cards, and couple packages of twinkies. I remember taking your money and giving you your change, which you stuffed in your pocket on your way out of the store.
It was just a few minutes later that I noticed it -- you had left your handbag behind. It was close to midnight and I was still in the store by myself, so I needed to wait for my replacement to arrive. In the meantime, I looked through the bag for clues to its owner's identity. There was a hairbrush -- that might come in handy if we needed to do any DNA searches, I joked to myself. And there it was, a wallet! I jotted down the address from the driver's license -- nice picture, I remember thinking -- and put the wallet back into the purse.
Just a minute later, the late shift arrived and it was time for me to go home. "Tag, you're it," I told him. "And Merry Christmas!" He grumbled something about the fact that it was just a few minutes before Christmas and he was stuck working. "I'm going to take off," I told him. "A woman left this handbag and I need to return it."
I left the store and got in my car. I took a look at the address and hoped I wouldn't have any trouble finding the place. I knew the street, and I'd probably driven by a hundred times. I was hoping you would be there, and not scouring the city in search of the handbag in my possession!
I arrived at the address I was looking for and knocked on the door. Nothing. Rats, I thought. What was I going to do?
"Hey," I heard from the street. You were getting out of a taxi and walking toward your door. "What are you doing with my..."
"Hi," I told you. "Remember me? Uisce from the 7-Eleven. I sold you that bottle of Chablis you're carrying."
"Of course I remember you. Thank you so much for tracking me down," you told me. "Won't you come inside?"
"Well, I don't want to intrude," I told you.
"Nonsense," you said. And remember how you tugged on my sleeve? I followed you into the apartment. "Just come in and have some of this wine."
"But isn't that for some special occasion?" I asked. "Aren't you on your way to a Christmas party or something?"
"Of course," you said with a smile. And you looked up. Mistletoe. You were puckered up and waiting for something. I gave you a kiss on your cheek and you just started giggling.
You took the bottle of wine and the twinkies out of the bag and handed the bottle to me. I opened it while you retrieved some glasses from the kitchen. I poured us each a bit of the wine. Remember how the glasses made that magical sound when we clinked them together? You sat down on the couch and I sat down on the chair beside it.
I remember how we talked and talked for hours and hours. When it was time to leave, I told you how glad I was that we had met. I remarked how lucky we were that the fates had brought us together. I couldn't know then, could I, that it would be the beginning of such a wonderful friendship.
"Fate?" you replied. "Why do you think I left my handbag in your store?"
I gave you a big hug. Maybe it hadn't been a Christmas miracle, but it is one of my favorite Christmas memories.

This is one of my sweetest Christmas memories! :-)



Uisce has pretty much told the whole story, but not from my perspective.
I was alone that Christmas, in a strange new town and far from my family and friends. Everyone had told me that new job would be a brilliant opportunity, but had neglected to remind me of the loneliness of the one-bed apartment!
On Christmas Eve I dressed up in my finery (well, it was something to do) and then realised I had no wine. I popped my best coat on, wound my deep purple scarf around my neck, picked up my best purple handbag and trundled off to the local 7/Eleven.
While cruising the shelves I noticed the man behind the counter. He was about my age and had the kindest face I had seen in a long time. He was serving a little old lady. I watched him help her sort her money, put her groceries in a bag and then see her out the door, keeping up a constant stream of cheerful chatter. What a man!
I grabbed a handful of Twinkies and made my way to the counter.
'These - and two scratch cards, please,' I said.
The nice man smiled and pulled two cards off the roller.
'Oh, and a bottle of that Chablis,' I added. He grinned and fished out a bottle, wiping the store dust off it. He packed up my sad groceries, whilst talking about the weather, Christmas, his wife, everything. The man could talk for the US! I was absolutely bowled over.
I gave him a twenty and he made change. As I caught his eye I blushed and, jamming my change in my coat pocket, I rushed from the store clutching my bag of groceries.

'Fool!' I admonished myself as I strode away from the store. 'He's going to think you're an absolute idiot! Smiling at him like a lovesick teenager!' I could be really hard on myself when I wanted to. I fished for my keys and suddenly realised I had left my handbag at the store. Muttering to myself, I debated what to do.
Obviously, I couldn't go back! I couldn't look that lovely kind man in the face again. So I pounded the streets, thinking what to do.
As I passed by my apartment block for about the sixth time, a car pulled up. Out hopped that lovely man - with my handbag.
The rest, as they say, is history. That lovely man, Uisce, is now a dear friend of mine and he and Wifey come over regularly for meals. I'm not lonely any more.

Oh, one more thing? I didn't tell him I left the bag in the store by accident in my embarrassment. It'll be our little secret, ok?

cq

handbag by http://www.e-jules.com/

10 comments:

Uisce said...

Mem'ries. It's as fresh in my mind as if I'd made it up just the other day. Ahh sweet mem'ries!

(clap clap clap) Bravo, CQ! An excellent finish, just like that chablis! :)

WendyWings said...

I have that damn song from Cats stuck in my head now, thanks LOL
Michele actully sent me today :D

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

LOL, LOL!! Another really really GOOD one!!!


This is a lot of fun!!!

And even the way you thought of how to choose the ones you would continue....MORE BRILLIANCE, my dear!!!

Karen said...

OK, you guys have VERY active imaginations. I just don't have that much brain energy! Funny though!

Michele sent me....

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Hey My Dear CQ...Michele sent me back again, too!

TAGGED!!! OY!
I'm going back to bed....I'm Tired!!!....Getting ready for the "party" took the stuffing out of me....Of course, I pulled it all together just before my lovely dear guests arrived...IT WAS SOOOO GOOD to see everyone...
But now? I am going to rest, rest, rest!

How did you like "The Creamer"??? LOL!

kenju said...

CQ, both of you are excellent writers and all this was completely beliveable (and fun to read)!

Michele sent me.

Chele in [dot] LA said...

Oh this is a good one..
Great work.
hahaahah

Jean-Luc Picard said...

Another great memory, CQ!

Claire said...

Oh what a great twist on that game!! I thoroughly enjoyed reading that post!

Veronika said...

Uisce sent me. Great stories!
:)