Standing in line at the local health food store, I'm getting ready to pack up my groceries in my panniers, when some guy leans in and says "So did you get your Volvo fixed?"
Who is this guy? Why is he speaking to me? And then I realize...Oh my god! -It's the tow truck driver. This is the guy who towed my broken Volvo from my mechanics to my house!?! In case you're wondering why I would do such a silly thing...there is a reason: I am waiting for the state budget to be passed, so that I can retire my car and get some cash for it since it won't pass smog. At this point, I could just chuck it, but a thousand dollars is enough incentive for me to have it towed to my house, where it has been leaking like a MF all over my driveway. (grumble grumble) Anhyoo.. It's the way he leaned in (into my personal space) ...and I feel all weird saying that...but honestly, the way he said it made me feel all weird. And yes. This is my touchy sore spot to boot! So I don't exactly take kindly to strangers talking about it while I buy my locally grown, organic free-range chicken eggs. It was also the way he said it...like he was trying to strike up a conversation with me...and possibly hit on me...I'm not sure. But it creeped me out. I wanted to go home and get out of my bike clothes immediately and take a shower. He's probably a really nice guy. But I have "ways" that I like to be hit on and "ways" that I don't. And I know it's not fair because no one is psychic...so how would anyone know what the right way is?? -Right? I agree... however...I still get the creepy crawly skin feeling when it is NOT how I feel comfortable. Not to mention...I already like someone a lot -Joshua! I had a really random giggly notion of wearing a t-shirt that says: "Don't hit on me. I'm not interested." Ah, how curmudgeony can one girl get? Anyhoo... the guy goes on to say that he's seen me all over town. Bah! How humiliating. I don't want to be spotted and remembered by this guy. (cringe) Riding home I vow to get a car ASAP. I mentally go over the list of people who have "spotted" the great wild Vanessa in her natural habitat (apparently on a bicycle). -Bah! Let's see...there's: Randy, Amy, Mike, Florence, Steve, Bree, Aidan, Gene, Mike, Charity, Millie, Pat, Sasha (I ran into her today too), and my History of God Prof....oh and let's not forget the tow truck driver. E-gads! And this is only the list of people that I know of. Most of these people I was really HAPPY to bump into. However, I just don't like to feel that exposed to the world. I am not the type of person who enjoys being spotted. Unless it is by someone that I love. And then I love to be surprised by their presence. Silly isn't it? I guess I'm kind of slow to warm up to people.
Who is this guy? Why is he speaking to me? And then I realize...Oh my god! -It's the tow truck driver. This is the guy who towed my broken Volvo from my mechanics to my house!?! In case you're wondering why I would do such a silly thing...there is a reason: I am waiting for the state budget to be passed, so that I can retire my car and get some cash for it since it won't pass smog. At this point, I could just chuck it, but a thousand dollars is enough incentive for me to have it towed to my house, where it has been leaking like a MF all over my driveway. (grumble grumble) Anhyoo.. It's the way he leaned in (into my personal space) ...and I feel all weird saying that...but honestly, the way he said it made me feel all weird. And yes. This is my touchy sore spot to boot! So I don't exactly take kindly to strangers talking about it while I buy my locally grown, organic free-range chicken eggs. It was also the way he said it...like he was trying to strike up a conversation with me...and possibly hit on me...I'm not sure. But it creeped me out. I wanted to go home and get out of my bike clothes immediately and take a shower. He's probably a really nice guy. But I have "ways" that I like to be hit on and "ways" that I don't. And I know it's not fair because no one is psychic...so how would anyone know what the right way is?? -Right? I agree... however...I still get the creepy crawly skin feeling when it is NOT how I feel comfortable. Not to mention...I already like someone a lot -Joshua! I had a really random giggly notion of wearing a t-shirt that says: "Don't hit on me. I'm not interested." Ah, how curmudgeony can one girl get? Anyhoo... the guy goes on to say that he's seen me all over town. Bah! How humiliating. I don't want to be spotted and remembered by this guy. (cringe) Riding home I vow to get a car ASAP. I mentally go over the list of people who have "spotted" the great wild Vanessa in her natural habitat (apparently on a bicycle). -Bah! Let's see...there's: Randy, Amy, Mike, Florence, Steve, Bree, Aidan, Gene, Mike, Charity, Millie, Pat, Sasha (I ran into her today too), and my History of God Prof....oh and let's not forget the tow truck driver. E-gads! And this is only the list of people that I know of. Most of these people I was really HAPPY to bump into. However, I just don't like to feel that exposed to the world. I am not the type of person who enjoys being spotted. Unless it is by someone that I love. And then I love to be surprised by their presence. Silly isn't it? I guess I'm kind of slow to warm up to people.
Location:Home Sweet Home!
Mood: Filthy and Grossed Out
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