Pizza delivery for a Fringer.
October 31st 2006 16:39
Last night we ordered pizza. I was feeling a bit lazy, and just wanted something good, hot and comforting. We ordered from Papa Johns. Aislinn and I settled down to read a book and wait for the pizza man.
After a few minutes, I hear a familiar rumble coming down our street. Pulling into our driveway was a very LOUD Jeep. In it was our pizza... and Jordan.
Who is Jordan? Jordan is my youngest sisters boyfriend... er EX-boyfriend. Recent Ex-boyfriend. They broke up over the usual things young kids out of high school break up for. New colleges, new things, new horizons. You know how it is. Hell, Tony and I did the same thing before high school graduation. I'll never forget standing there, while my parents push us together to get pictures, and my parents inviting him for dinner, which he declined. As he walked away, I told my parents we broke up. I guess I should have told them that bit BEFORE pictures huh? Now that we're married now, it is nice to have pictures of us at graduation, even if we're both wearing tight, uncomfortable smiles.
Oh, back to Jordan.
I hear his Jeep, a sound I am used to hearing, as he was such a big part of our family for a long time. I've actually driven that rattletrap Jeep. I took my mom for a drive in it to the grocery store, while she uncomfortably held her skirt down, and we laughed at the absurdity of it all. The loudness of it, the wires dangling dangerously out of the bottom of the dash.
When I opened the door, (a bit excitedly I might add) Jordan was getting the pizza's out, and he waved (a bit excitedly on his part as well) I yelled "Hey kids! It's Jordan!" They ran to the door, and jumped excitedly up and down, yelling "Jordan!! Hey Jordan!" Jordan walked up to the door, all grins, while we all grinned. We did the usual transactions that involve the pizza man and his customer. We chatted a little bit, and he went on his way, making other families happy with his presence. For us though, it wasn't the pizza that had us smiling, it was the delivery man.
When he left, I felt like crying. I had to call Michelle to tell her who delivered the pizza, and ask her if I was weird for wanting to cry. She said no thankfully.
Love is so hard. So much of it involves the two in love, but it also involves those on the fringe of that love. The moms, and dads, and the nerdy sisters. The nieces and nephews, and the dogs. A lot of times, people will stay with someone longer for those fringers. Not wanting to hurt them, or not wanting to break the bond they have developed with them. I understand why my sister broke up with Jordan. It was her right, and the right decision for her. That doesn't make it hurt less, for her, for Jordan, and for us Fringers.
The complete irony of the situation? Jordan has worked there for a very long time. We used to order from Papa Johns once and week, and not ONCE had he delivered to us when he was with Correen. This was his first time delivering to our house.
After a few minutes, I hear a familiar rumble coming down our street. Pulling into our driveway was a very LOUD Jeep. In it was our pizza... and Jordan.
Who is Jordan? Jordan is my youngest sisters boyfriend... er EX-boyfriend. Recent Ex-boyfriend. They broke up over the usual things young kids out of high school break up for. New colleges, new things, new horizons. You know how it is. Hell, Tony and I did the same thing before high school graduation. I'll never forget standing there, while my parents push us together to get pictures, and my parents inviting him for dinner, which he declined. As he walked away, I told my parents we broke up. I guess I should have told them that bit BEFORE pictures huh? Now that we're married now, it is nice to have pictures of us at graduation, even if we're both wearing tight, uncomfortable smiles.
Oh, back to Jordan.
I hear his Jeep, a sound I am used to hearing, as he was such a big part of our family for a long time. I've actually driven that rattletrap Jeep. I took my mom for a drive in it to the grocery store, while she uncomfortably held her skirt down, and we laughed at the absurdity of it all. The loudness of it, the wires dangling dangerously out of the bottom of the dash.
When I opened the door, (a bit excitedly I might add) Jordan was getting the pizza's out, and he waved (a bit excitedly on his part as well) I yelled "Hey kids! It's Jordan!" They ran to the door, and jumped excitedly up and down, yelling "Jordan!! Hey Jordan!" Jordan walked up to the door, all grins, while we all grinned. We did the usual transactions that involve the pizza man and his customer. We chatted a little bit, and he went on his way, making other families happy with his presence. For us though, it wasn't the pizza that had us smiling, it was the delivery man.
When he left, I felt like crying. I had to call Michelle to tell her who delivered the pizza, and ask her if I was weird for wanting to cry. She said no thankfully.
Love is so hard. So much of it involves the two in love, but it also involves those on the fringe of that love. The moms, and dads, and the nerdy sisters. The nieces and nephews, and the dogs. A lot of times, people will stay with someone longer for those fringers. Not wanting to hurt them, or not wanting to break the bond they have developed with them. I understand why my sister broke up with Jordan. It was her right, and the right decision for her. That doesn't make it hurt less, for her, for Jordan, and for us Fringers.
The complete irony of the situation? Jordan has worked there for a very long time. We used to order from Papa Johns once and week, and not ONCE had he delivered to us when he was with Correen. This was his first time delivering to our house.
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