BREAKING UPDATE ON THE PLUMOCALYPSE!!!
When I got home the neighbor kids were hanging around the parking lot as they usually do. I saw an adult making the rounds and popped out of my car hoping to snag her and ask if she’d like plums. I didn’t see her when I got out. But I saw a little girl and I said, “Is that your mom walking around?”
“Well can you ask your mom if she wants plums?”
She ran off. I looked over and saw two slightly older girls lounging. “Do you want plums?” I called.
I grabbed my enormous box of plums and brought it outside. All three girls were waiting and the first kid said, “She’ll take them.”
I told them I had been given 106 plums. They were suitably impressed. I held out the box to let them pick out plums but the first girl confidently took the box. “You don’t have to take them all if you don’t want…” I offered dubiously.
So I handed her the whole damn box, at this point somewhere close to 87 plums. And just like that, I was free. Her mom might be upset at receiving 87 plums or maybe her daughter gauged correctly that they could actually use them but either way. I am blissfully free.