Maybe not ALWAYS, but somebody was watching me recently.
Hey. I was hungry. A girl does what she needs to do.
And there I sat. At a red light. Shoving my face full of mooshed Honey Bun.
The radio was on. A contest was playing… some kind-of “Name this 80’s TV theme song and win something” contest.
Just me and my mouthful of chocolate-iced Honey Bun sat at a red light. So I thought… And the radio station played the first few notes of the theme song…
I believe at note 2 I blew a few chuncks of chocolate-iced Honey Bun out of my mouth.
I screamed.
Yes screamed.
I know this song. I know this song. I KNOW THIS SONG!!!
To the audience of none sitting in my car.
I wish I knew how to type how it must’ve sounded to scream those words with a mouth full of Honey Bun.
I leaned forward… chest-ishly leaning on the steering wheel – as if I was pronouncing something very important to the crowd of cars in front of me…
Then I held my hands up high — a Honey Bun in one, none bun in the other — and squealed like someone cared…
Little House on the Prairie! This is the song for Little House on the Prairie! I KNOW THIS SONG! I AM THE ONLY PERSON LISTENING TO THIS CONTEST RIGHT NOW WHO KNOWS THE NAME OF THIS SONG I KNOW IT! I AM A WINNER!
I think that last part was just in my head.
Aaanywho.
As I brought down my hands and leaned back in my seat – in clear victory… I looked to the left. My eyes went up… and into the window of the cargo-like truck right above me… Wherehence I spied the gaze of a strapping young man. Watching me.
He bore witness all my passion about knowing the first notes of theme song for Little House on the Prairie… with mouth and palms full of chocolate-iced Honey Bun.
Awesome.
*dead-pan stare*
We made eye contact and I squinched my face.
He SMILED. Nice teeth, young man.
I looked away.
I wiped the corners of my mouth.
I shook my head.
I looked back and smiled a “Did you really catch all of that?” smile.
He smiled a, “I totally caught all of that” smile. Then he nudged the driver to check me out look at the cougar crazy lady.
He waved again and both men smiled.
How amusing. *rolling eyes*
I waved. I squinched my nose. I shook my head and did that whole “Who knew?” shoulder shrug.
My new friend threw his head back in laughter and waved so as to say, “You’re hot Nice scarf!”
The light turned green and I made haste… so I could finish my Honey Bun.
Priorities.
I think he thought I was cute.
I am not the least-bit delusional.
Sometimes crazy is cute. Right?
Right?
Oh nevermind. Ya know, I could really go for another Honey Bun.
[photo credit: graur razvan ionut]
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