The cutest pink converse high tops dangle from my toothpick legs. These shoes are the best. They were so expensive I think. He lifted me into the big truck so they wouldn’t get messed up in the snow. Mom would be so mad if I already wrecked them.
Oliveoil he calls me, from Popeye, you know? We are both skinny like string beans, he says. I wiggle under my seatbelt that is totally made of cardboard and peel my jeans from the sticky seat. Vinyl, or something like that, is what my mom says it is, I say it is plastic and FA-REEZING when it is a bazillion degrees below zero outside.
I so hate my teeth chattering but I love this day more than being warm. Snow swallowed the streets and sidewalks and no one can drive anywhere until my Dad fixes them. Usually this would totally stink for a Saturday. Not today though. I was jumping in the air, in front of my brothers of course, when he said I could come along.
Blankets of snow have me all wrapped in Dad’s truck, I am taller than basically everything outside, except the trees. I watch the dirty ground appear as we go back and forth, back and forth. A big shovel thing does all the work. He hooked it on this morning and now we just have to drive and eat. The eating is my favorite.
We have been everywhere. First he took me for donuts. Oh my gosh, I loved this part. We went to this bakery everyone from school gets birthday treats from. Stuff is so expensive there, we seriously only go there once a year, but now I went twice. My brothers didn’t.
Dad got cream filled and me? Pink on pink with sprinkles, matched my shoes so perfectly I almost didn’t eat it.
So anyway, this is what we do. We eat a little, Dad drives and gets rid of snow and his truck sprays that salt stuff on the road and then, when we need more salt or whatever, we eat some more.
My stomach is SO exploding from a bacon double cheeseburger at lunch but I’m not saying anything because we need gas soon which means candy and a slushy drink.
Seriously this is one of the best days ever. School and those nasty girls and my crooked teeth and my big glasses… snow is covering them all up.
We are on like, hour number eight right now and my ear muffs are sort of digging into my head but I don’t care. I can hear my dad’s stories right through them. Dad took off his hat so he can hear me really good over this noisy truck. He’s cold I bet.
I sit up high and watch Dad. This is his second job, you know. He has another one during the week.
I go to Catholic school. These days are for me.
I’m the only girl in this whole snowy world.
This piece was inspired by the Red Dress Club prompt: Write a piece, fiction or non-fiction, inspired by the delicious shot. Word limit is 600.
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