OK, did you ever come home, park in front of your townhome and turn off the car's engine but keep the CD player going because you want to keep listening to the song, lose yourself in reverie then watch as your next-door-neighbor pulls her car in next to yours?
Then did you think of how odd it must look, you just sitting there in your car with the lights off and your head bobbing to an invisible beat at 9:15 p.m.? To spare yourself the uncomfortable hello and explanation of what you're doing there, especially since it could look like you were sitting there waiting for someone, you figure you'll just stay in your car until she goes inside? But instead of walking to her front door she goes to the back of her car and starts rooting around in there for what seems like forever so you get out of your car at just the moment she slams the trunk closed and there you are -- standing in awkward city?
Never happen to you? Figures. I always knew I was a mutant.
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1 comment:
Hmmm, I'm sure I've had something similar happen but I just can't think of anything at the time.
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