WWCD?

When in a pickle lately, I've found myself wondering WWCD?

WWCD = What Would Christa Do.

You see, Christa is much different from Sue Anne and I in one specific aspect - emotions. Sue Anne and I share the common bonds of both of us being highly emotional, major criers and we can take almost anything personally. So how I would react to a situation is usually the same way Sue Anne would.

Christa however, is much different. Sure she is loving and kind, but she also has a much thicker skin and can withstand way more emotional turmoil then Sue Anne and I can. She doesn't sweat the small stuff (within reason! am i right sue anne? wup wup!) and doesn't let other people's actions or bad moods or ignorance affect her. For example: So last week I took Piper to get an icee after school. To minimize spills I decided to buy one icee, but split it between 2 cups. I went to pay for our icee and the fat-ass woman at the cash register with a 6th grade education rang me up for 2 icees. I politely told her that I had only bought one icee, but just split it between 2 cups. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes got wide and she looked at me like I was some sort of criminal. She started chastising me over how wrong that was and how her boss could come in at the end of her shift and count all the icee cups and when he sees that one was missing she would be charged for it and get in trouble. I apologized and said I would come back with the additional money for the other icee and she said gave a HUGE sigh, slammed the cash register closed, gave me my change and said "No, just, just forget it. Really, just...UGH, no. Please, just leave." I left with my tail between my legs and fretted over the freaking icee and the lady for like 45 minutes. I went back and forth in my head and decided I would go home, get the additional money and take it to her and apologize again. Then I stopped for a minute and wondered WWCD? She would have been polite and offered to pay for the additional icee and when the lady refused her money she would have let.it.go. Christa doesn't let shit like this bother her, whereas Sue Anne and I would pine over it for an hour or so. I mean really, like the owner is really gonna freaking count the icee cups at the end of this ladies shift! Please!

I accidentally ran over a squirrel a few months ago. I felt horrible and wondered if I should go shove it off to the side of the road, or do...I don't know, something about it. I told Christa about it later and she replied "Good riddance. I ran over a squirrel the other day and I was like 'Yes!! One less gross rodent!'" She had a point - I mean, it's a freaking squirrel.



The other weekend I met a friend for breakfast (Patrick was in Texas) and my total bill came to $9.65. When the waitress came to take our check I handed her a $10 bill and she asked if I needed change and I said no. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her walk about 4 steps away from our table, looked at my bill, saw that I had handed her a $10 bill and turn and give me the biggest eat-shit-and-die look. She then walked over to the counter, about 3 feet away from our table, and in a very loud voice said to the other waiters "Look at the tip that woman right there left me! Can you believe that! 35 cents! I can't believe it." They all looked at my bill and then looked at me. What that bitch didn't take the time to notice, was that I had $2 in my other freaking hand that I was leaving her for a tip. I was so pissed off and upset and embarrassed. I fretted over it for 2 hours. Finally, I thought WWCD? She would have shrugged and though "Whatever lady, you are the bozo for not noticing I have money in my other hand."



Christa is also known secretly between Sue Anne and I as Loose Lips Gallagher for her penchant for not keeping secrets!