I finished up a project Friday night and decided to treat myself to dinner at California Tortilla. Cal Tort is my fav. There is, perhaps, nothing sexier than warm, cheesy queso.
Queso is kinda like Cha Cha in the movie Grease. You know she’s bad for you, but you just can’t help yourself.
I placed a to go order.
When my food was ready, I headed toward the door, one hand full with a bag of steaming hot Mexican food and the other with a tray holding two soft drinks.
As I made my way out, I paused at the doors, trying to figure out how I was going to open them.
I heard a voice from behind.
“I’ve got you,” a man said as he pushed open the first set of doors, waited for me to pass through and then opened the second set.
“Thank you,” was the only thing I could think to say.
Out in the parking lot, I felt a little lighter, a little more hopeful for the future.
“I’ve got you,” this man had said. And he did.
I couldn’t help but wonder if he had been talking about the doors or something else, something much bigger and more important.
“I’ve got you.”
Those three words still giving me hope.
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Happy Sunday to all of my readers. Go forth and do good deeds. You will change the world!
The Flannel Files 
Kinda like ‘I’ve got you, Babe,’ by you know who. Simple yet sassy. I’ve got your back. You’ve had mine many times. Good to see the world has yours.
Sonny and Cher is ‘I got you, Babe’. Now, they both sound like poor grammar. I got you as opposed to I have got you. I choose both.