Wednesday, September 1, 2010

You Never Send Me Flowers Anymore...

A funny thing happened on the way to the Library today. I saw someone following me and making wild hand gestures (motions) when I looked in the rear view mirror. It made me nervous. I tried to think of someone I might have made angry, but no one came to mind. So I thought, maybe, a boyfriend of one of the many beautiful women in my life had become jealous, and was out to get me (do bad things to me). So I drove like the wind, almost hit some girl scouts trying to cross the road, barely missed two cars driving the other way, pulled into the Library parking lot still driving like a maniac (crazy person), and parked on the far end of the first row. He still found me.
It turned out it was a friend who just wanted to ask me a favor. It seems my paranoia (unjustified or unreasonable fear) had got the best of me.
And after I got to the Library, I found that with the exception of four people, most of my friends and English learners all stayed home. Or maybe they went shopping, or fishing, or to the movies...it could be that they all went away on vacation. I really don't know. I didn't have time to feel sad about it until later. But as long as they are all well, I promise not to hold it against them, even though they didn't send a note, or a box of candy, or flowers.
But at least I didn't hit any of those girl scouts. That really would have made a mess.

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