Today was a day of firsts for me. This morning I started my new work-out routine from Bill Pearl’s strength manual. Today was the first time in a long time that I’ve spent consecutive days in the Daily Book of Prayer. Today is the first time I can remember when I have been overtly propositioned.
Sitting at the intersection of Bullard and Villa at 11h45 this morning, listening to Talk of the Nation on NPR and (as Blake Shelton would say) minding my own, a setting which shall live . . . in infamy. I was making a bid for the right turn, sandwiched between the through traffic and the curb, when I noticed one of the girls in the car next to me casting furtive glances back in my direction. Catching her eye, I summoned by best head jerk and wan smile, expecting little if anything in return. To my utter shock and discombobulation, the girl mouthed something back to me. Puzzled, brows furrowing, I cocked my head shook it slowly from side to side, an electrocution in slow motion. I didn’t understand. Again, she mouthed her demand. Again I was nowhere close to deciphering the code, all blank stare and oscillating cranium. After three more failed attempts, the window crank was employed. I silenced Neal Conan with a careless flail at the radio face-plate. “Hey, ma girl wants ta know, is you single?”
“Oh . . . uh,” I stammered, taken aback. I would have been better prepared to give the square root of 43 2/3. “Ah, no. I’m married,” I finished lamely, brandishing the ring of my left hand.
“Ah, aight,” and they pulled away at the light.
Thanks, random girls at the light on Bullard and Villa. I think.
2 comments:
Ha, wooooah! That's amazing! That's the kind of thing that only happens at one of those Indian Goods stores along the interstate in New Mexico! I think you should've said, "hold on, let me ask my abs."
First of all, that photo is great.
How do you like that prayer book? At the church we use David Adam's "A Rhythm Of Life: Celtic Daily Prayer." I love it, but it's only for a week's worth of prayers, and I'd love to have one with a month's worth. Anyway...
I have yet to be picked up on since being married. Actually, I don't think that's every happened to me unless you count the time in 8th grade on our Wild Water Adventures trip. I didn't have my glasses on so I couldn't see who was talking to me, which made it pretty awkward - I didn't even know whether I was making eye contact, so I just walked away.
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