The Case Of The Magic Bullet

A magic bullet is a blender. The blender is shaped like a bullet. One half is the motor and blade, the other half is the cup that holds the pureed and blended liquids. It's magic because you open up the bullet and drink right from the cup.

Apparently, teenage girls love the magic bullet. It allows them to mix sauces, fruit and vegetable juices to their heart's content.

But Mom also likes the magic bullet. She commented on the convenience and prowess of the magic bullet several times so I got her one for Christmas. She claims to love it.

While I was in Bali, Mom came each week to stay with The Boy for one night. When I got home, I saw Mom's magic bullet on my kitchen counter. I packed it up one day and put it in the Autoshare rental car I was using for the day, intending to return the bullet to Mom.

Only, I saw Mom, did my errands, went to my outing, and at the end of the night, I had forgotten to return the bullet to her. That was Friday night.

On Monday night, lying in bed and having trouble falling asleep, I suddenly bolted straight up in bed. My god, I left the magic bullet in the trunk of the rental car! The car is parked just down the street five minutes away. I need to go see if the bullet is still there.

The Boy was just coming up to bed. I told him where I was going. "That's not Pau-Pau's magic bullet," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"That's K's magic bullet. She brought it to make juice and left it here."

"Well, it's in the trunk of the rental car in the rental parking lot now."

"But mom, mom...."

So at 1 am, I got into my coat and boots, trooped down the street to the rental car parking lot, and opened the car trunk. Thank god the magic bullet was still there.