Today I went riding. Lots of dust, lots of quick turns and one pooped out boxer puppy. I am either invigorated or tired. I’m flexible. I can be both.
Getting home 45 minutes earlier than I was planning to I found the Mr. and the boys weren’t home and I felt a bit discombobulated (is that a real word? My aunt Jenny used it). I decided to wander around our end of town to find them. I crated the dog who could barely move out of sheer, played out exhaustion, I jumped in my truck and drove down 3rd street. I cruised through the Goodwill parking lot and blazed past Wendy’s where, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Suburban. It’s hard to miss. I pulled a u-turn at Mazatlan and drove back.
We are between cell services for this week and therefore I couldn’t just call. I had no idea how much I would enjoy not having a cell phone for a week. Or how much I would miss randomly calling the Mr. just ‘cuz. We do that a lot. Stalk each other. I think it’s one of our secrets to happiness in marriage.
I walk into Wendy’s and scan the room for one tall, dark and handsome man and two extraordinarily adorable boys. Ah! There they were. Standing at the counter. A grumpy senior citizen in front of them, a young black man (looked to be a recent transplant from East LA) behind them. They didn’t see me.
So, I sneak up behind this extremely handsome dark haired man and grab him by the hips while saying huskily in his ear “Whatcha gonna buy me?”
I thought he was going to drop a load in his shorts. Or break my face. It was a very tense 1.7 seconds. Then he saw me and said, “I can’t tell you right now what I thought just happened.”
He ordered his food and while I waited for 2 burgers, fries and a bruschetta sandwich to come up a light came on.
He thought I was Mr. East LA grabbing him from behind.
I’m still laughing. Him? Not so much.