Bubbles. (Deliveries 5/13)

There is no angry way to say ‘bubbles.’ I tried. The result was hilarious, sad and confirming. There really is no angry way to say ‘bubbles.’

I told my kids about it.

There we were, sitting around the dinner table. We munched on delicious noodles. We went through the typical conversation. I asked everyone what the favorite part of their day was. The middle and eldest Princesses pointed at the table with full mouths. Bright red watermelon drips lined their chins as they smiled. The message was clear.

“Right now. Because food.”

The youngest can usually jabber a response, but she was busy. She is getting ready to go through a growth spurt, so she gave me a sidelong glance as she shoveled in another handful. “Please. I am eating,” the glance said.

That’s when I told them. There is no angry way to say bubbles. We had a good laugh as we tried.

Something became clear as we did. My pizza coworkers trying to say ‘bubbles’ in angry voices would make for an epic story. On my way in to work, I imagined the Warrior saying the word as a battle cry. I imagined Cap’n trying to shout it. Leff-tenant would have it bagged, wouldn’t he? It was going to be epic.

I arrived before long. The door chimed as I stepped into the back of the house. I greeted a few people. I unlocked my money box and got my till. Then I pounced.

“Hey guys, guess what I learned today?” I asked. The Warrior was there, as was a customer facing gal and my Manager On Duty, la Michoacana (pronounced “la Meecho-a-CA-na”).

“What?” the customer gal said.

“There is no way to angrily say the word ‘bubbles’!” I said.

I waited a few nanoseconds for the roof to collapse with the energy of humorous attempts.

The customer facing gal kind of smiled. The Warrior also gave it a half-smile, then cut a pizza.

“You try it!” the gal said.

“I did! It doesn’t work!” I cried.

“BUBBLES!” The Warrior attempted. Once. And it was NOT angry. Micho didn’t even try. The customer facing gal tried it twice.

I was left hanging. I was disappointed. The epic story that I had seen unfold in my mind petered out and died right in front of me. I felt deflated, but determined.

If you can find a way to say the word ‘bubbles’ in an angry tone, I challenge you to do so and share the video on my Facebook page. Or in a comment on this post. Try and beat me at it:

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