So instead I’ll tell you about a time I almost disappeared…like blogger today.
My mom dropped me off at the grocery store entrance to go in and pay a bill. As if it’s my responsibility to pay bills.
I got out of the car, went inside and stood in a line longer than the drive-thru at McDonalds. That’s long, people. A boy I dated and dumped–cheater–worked there and the entire time he had his buddy page him just so I was sure to hear his name over and over. Before I left he had his lame friend ask me if I’d give him a second chance. Whatever! To say the least, I was steaming at my mom. By the time I paid the bill at customer service, I was so flustered and hacked off I wasn’t sure if I was coming or going. I stormed out the doors, but they didn’t open fast enough and I smacked into them. I pretended it was funny. I was humiliated.
Then I swung open the back door and plopped into the backseat. “If you want a bill paid, go do it yourself next time.”
The man in the driver’s seat turned back and smiled. “I think you have the wrong car, sweetie.”
I looked around. I saw my mom in the car ahead of me with her arm out the window flagging me down.
Like blogger, I temporarily disappeared. Like my pride, the draft I wrote for today is gone forever.
Have a great weekend!
