All For A Cinnamon Roll

The ocean view was breathtaking. I could hear the waves crashing on the shore and smell the salty ocean air as I sat on the balcony of our favorite vacation spot. The dolphins were putting on quite a show that morning. Eva was two-years-old and simply squealed with excitement as she watched them jump up in the air and come crashing down into the water!

I decided it was a perfect morning for a delicious cinnamon roll from the bakery just up the road. They were homemade and were always warm and gooey. The frosting was an inch thick and would run down the sides like melting snow.

It was a quiet area where we were vacationing, so bike riding was the mode of transportation I chose. I strapped Eva into the attached wagon and made sure I had put the money in my pocket. I then jumped on the bike, and we headed out for our tasty treasure. We peddled up the steep hill and pulled into the quaint shopping square where the bakery sat overlooking the ocean. When I turned the corner, there was a semi-truck in the middle of the parking lot, so I had to maneuver around it in order to get up to the bakery. I saw the gentlemen unloading bicycles and greeted him with a cheerful “Good Morning” as we passed by. I parked the bike in front of the bakery and jumped off. The  kickstand on the bike was a little short so the bike toppled over when I reached down to unbuckle Eva from the wagon. I stood it back up and continued to get Eva out.

We walked up to the door and noticed the sign read, “Closed until 9 am.” It was only eight-thirty so, I decided we would just wait at the condo. I strapped Eva in again and peddled back around the man unloading bicycles. I gave a brief nod as we passed. Then, we went flying down the hill laughing the whole way down!

After thirty minutes had passed, I buckled Eva and began the intense climb, peddling back up the hill. Of course, I had to go by the gentlemen unloading bicycles, yet again. So, I smiled slightly as we passed by.

I parked the bike and forgot about the kickstand. The bike toppled over again. I sat it back up and continued to get Eva unbuckled. Eva was so excited to go into the bakery. She could smell the delicious cinnamon and nutmeg that filled the air. I said good morning to the lady behind the counter and told her we would like three of her finest cinnamon rolls!

As she was preparing our order, I reached in my pocket for the money and came up empty; Panic set in! My mind was racing as to where I could have put the money. Where could the money have gone? I sheepishly told the lady I had misplaced my money but would be back for our order.

I  grabbed Eva by the hand, and we walked outside. I sat my sunglasses on the porch railing to check my pockets and pat my clothing one more time; Nothing. I breathed a heavy sigh while I strapped Eva back in the wagon and got back on the bike myself. I peddled around the bicycle man and was just about to head down the big hill when I spotted the money lying on the ground! I reached down and picked it up. I made a U-turn and headed back to the bakery!

When we walked in, I shouted, “I found it!” The lady laughed as we exchanged money for cinnamon rolls.  We left, and I put the cinnamon rolls into the front basket of the bicycle. During my buckling in of Eva, I moved the wagon slightly, which caused the bike to, you guessed it, topple over. Cinnamon rolls and money went everywhere!

Still contained in the box, I looked at the mess on the ground and just began to laugh! Eva joined me, whole-heartedly. Charles Dickens said, “There is nothing more irresistibly contagious than laughter and good humor.”

I did, however, want to bury my head because now the bicycle man had stopped unloading and was just staring at me. I needed a sticker across my back that said, “I used to be cool.”

With the wind and sea breeze whisking past me as Eva and I flew down the hill, I realized I had left my sunglasses on the porch of the bakery.

I just shook my head and turned the caravan BACK around AGAIN. I was wishing for my hat as I peddled back by the bicycle gentlemen. I searched and searched but came up empty. Flying down the hill without my sunglasses, a thought occurred to me, “The bicycle man stole my sunglasses!”

Chuck is a no-nonsense kind of guy, and I am more like Amelia Bedelia, nonsense just kind of finds me. So, he just looked at me, speechless, while I told him what transpired over the last hour. Before I could finish my theory on the lost sunglasses, Chuck was out the door; headed straight to the bicycle shop next door to the bakery.

When he arrived, he told the owner he had reason to believe the delivery man out front had stolen his wife’s sunglasses. As he leaves the shop empty-handed, the owner from the bakery next-door walked up to him and said, “I over-heard your conversation, and I believe these are your wife’s sunglasses.” “She left them on the porch railing earlier when she was looking for her money.” Chuck smiled and thanked the man. As he pulled out to leave, he too, had to go around the bicycle man, who was still unloading bicycles. I imagine he had quite a story to share that night.

As for me, I sat down to a lopsided cinnamon roll with frosting no longer visible, and dared anyone to come near me. I enjoyed every single bite!

“Laughter does good like a medicine…” Proverbs 17:22

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2 thoughts on “All For A Cinnamon Roll

  1. Wow! You are young! I am 76 and would not have had the guts to post what you have posted! Mistakes! The other day I made a mistake in judgement and asked someone to forgive me, and I declared, “I don’t like to make such obvious mistakes, as my mother (who is Kyle’s grandmother) just recently died of Alzheimer’s and I wonder sometimes if I have it!” I stated the same thing to my daughter in another mistake I had to own up to and she said, “Mom, how in the world can you think that about yourself? Everyone makes mistakes and you sure do not have Alzheimer’s, you remember things lots better than I do!” Made me feel so much better about myself. That was a wonderful compliment coming for my own daughter!

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