Pickles

"Do you think you can handle going in?" my mom asked me. Geez, and my mom thinks I ask dumb questions! I was only going to get pickles at the Pickle Barrel. I walked in. "No problem!" I told myself.

"Here ya go." I handed the lady my money. She told me to put it close to a barrel. So I lifted the top, and almost dropped the money in, but the worker cried, "No!"

She told me to give her the money. So I did. But she told me to put it in the barrel, didn't she? I was confused. I looked back in. Oh! It was where all the pickles were! I can be so stupid sometimes! I gave her my "I feel dumb" look.

Then I asked her, "Do I just stick my hand in there, and grab a pickle?" She said, "Yes." I think she thought I meant with the tongs. And I didn't.

I reached in and grabbed a big ol' juicy looking pickle, just as the lady cried, "No, no, no!" I was confused, again! The pickle fell back in, and soaked me and the lady next to me in pickle juice. I looked at her. She looked at me. And laughed. I joined in. The lady who worked there shook her head. Then handed me some tongs. I was still laughing, so when I used the tongs, the pickle fell on the floor. I laughed.

After that I got a few more. Then said "bye." I headed to the van.

"Did you handle it?" my mom asked me when I got in the van. "I handled it!" I told her. She grabbed the pickle that fell on the floor. I laughed. She gave me a skeptical look. "What's the matter?" "Nothing." I told her again. I'll tell her when she's finished with the pickle.

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