Tuesday, November 14, 2006

The First Time I Met Charles Bronson

Hugs to Sam for somehow dredging this back up. I wrote this a long time ago and Jennifer and Stephanie still remember the very shade of pink I'm referencing. (I can still see the store display and the color of pink! Now I want a polish pen!!! Jennifer. See?) And now, without further delay...

The First Time I Met Charles Bronson

The first and only time I met Charles Bronson was while he was working the cosmetics counter at the Walgreen's on Hampton. Jennifer, Stephanie, and I rode our bikes up there for our bi-weekly $5 spending spree. We all picked out our standard Cadbury's chocolate bar (fruit and nut for me) and began perusing the Nail Polish Pens when Jennifer discovered a pen in the perfect shade of pink - not too dusty rose, not too cotton candy. It was the last one. Being the proper Catholic school girl, I began to pout over the fact that the shade would go much better with my redheaded complexion than her blonder looks, but she, heart set on that Nail Polish Pen, ignored my passive aggression. It was then, just when I thought hope was lost, that I met Charles Bronson.

He stepped from behind the counter where he had been keeping busy marking down flocked animal shaped banks to let me know that he thought they had more in back in just that shade of pink. The three of us waited, unaware of the glory and splendor we had just been witness to. Then, Mr. Bronson returned carrying a box of Maybelline Nail Polish Pens and holding one in that shade of pink in his hand. He gently lay the box on the floor and offered me the prize I'd been waiting for. Then he suggested he ring us out at his register at the cosmetics counter. It was like we were princesses and Bronson our magic godfather. No lines for the princesses! Every Nail Polish Pen wish comes true for the princesses!

That was the last time I saw him. We went back two weeks later, $5 in hand, and bought the same exact grade school booty - candy bar and Nail Polish Pen - from some nameless middle aged woman. Although I can't be sure, it seemed like I got a lot less back in change that time. Perhaps I'm just misremembering. Perhaps I'm Nail Polish Penning this whole story a little rosier than it really was, but I think Bronson gave us a discount

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's been TOO LONG since I last heard about Mr Charles Bronson