Is that my mom?

"Hey, that's Andrew's car!" I gleefully shared with my family sitting in the minivan with me as we drive to Mexican Village. My mom says that if he's still there after we finish eating we shall stop in to say hello. While at Mexican Village we all wind up with too much food and someone lets me have a strawberry margarita. I feel sloshy in my head by the end of dinner, but my thoughts are still with Andrew and his car, and the hope thatthey will both still be parked at the clinic where he works. We gather our to-go boxes and dash out the door into the parking lot. There I see it... the dreaded dumpster. My grandmother is surprised they haven't moved it. But I explain, no one at Mexican Village knows I backed into the dumpster... with my mom's car. However, the trunk is as good as new and no one could evertell that I backed into a dumpster with it.

But we leave The Village and head towards Moorhead. We drive by the clinic and Andrew's white caris still sitting out front. My mom says she can see him sitting at the reception desk. Only my mother and I get out of the car, my dad stays in the car to keep my grandma company since it isa task just to get in and out of the van for her. Grandma even gave us a play-by-play of each time she got in and out of the van that day. Grandma is silly and her favorite word is "shit." She said so herself.

My mom gets to the main doors first and says, you stay behind. I follow her command and hang back from view while she opens the inner doors. She saunters, well, she hobbles up to the desk. Mom can't saunter any more than she can jump to the moon. In a calm, but surprisingly coy voice she says to the black man at the desk, "I have a couple of billing questions I need help with." The man in the wheelchairbehind the desk looks perplexed and says, "Okay?" His voice drags out the "a" sound clearly indicating he has no clue what to do next. My mom pauses for a few seconds, then replies, "You have no idea who I am." The man behind the counter thinks and I pop into view. A big smile and a loud, "Ohhhhh" come from his mouth. We laugh. We are breathless in laughter.

The man behind the counter is my boyfriend who has met my mother twice, sat next to her once and across from her another time. He only knows her face when I appear. The doctor who works there is a friend of Andrew's. The doctor had been standing there listening in to the whole conversation and smiles. Andrew introduces us to Rodney.
We chat for a bit, tease Andrew a bit more, and then are out the door. I jump back into the building letting Andrew know that he may have some leftover Mexican Village in his future. He looks happy, but wants to know if the food is in the car. I assure him it is and he wants it now. I run out to the car, fetch the food, and bring it in. Rodney and Andrew eye the rice, beans, taco, and enchilada with hunger. Rodney says that the shall have "at least a scoop." I dash out the door again and am resent into the clinic after getting another to-go box. This one contained half of a hamburger and some fries. Hungry eyes once again gleamed with delight. I say good night to the boys while theirdual thanks echoes in the patientless clinic.