I’ve got a few ideas for some other blogs entries but I haven’t quite put them together yet. So instead I’m going to write about what happened when I went on break a few minutes ago. I needed to put gas in my car, drop off a book at the library, and grab something very quick to eat for lunch. First of all, I went outside and it’s 60 degrees out!! I’m in heaven wearing a t-shirt and flip flops a week before Thanksgiving. I love global warming – or whatever it is that’s causing this awesome weather. Then I get over to the gas station and for the first time in I don’t know how long, it cost less than $30 to fill up my car as opposed to the $50+ just a few short months ago. Score! Well it was at the gas station when the purpose of my blog happened.
The gas station is located right on the corner of a busy intersection by my work and I was thrilled when I finally made it through the intersection and up to a pump without someone beating me there. Of course as soon as I pulled up three other cars pulled up as well but no matter because I was already there. So I get out and begin pumping. As it’s doing it’s thing I’m looking around and notice a really nice black truck stopped at the intersection. I really like big trucks and this one was pretty. Note that I said I noticed it. I didn’t gawk at it or see who was in the car other than a glimpse of two males, then turned my attention back to my own car. For being right next to an intersection it was relatively quiet when all of a sudden one of the guys wolf whistles very loudly right at me.
In hindsight, I’m flattered. Really, truely I am. But in the moment it took me completely off guard and I wanted to die. I kind of froze actually and wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do and my embarrassment sort of compounded when I looked up and the three other people pumping their cars were looking right at me. I really don’t like to be the center of attention at all unless I have control of the situation and this was not one of those times for sure.
So what do I do? Mechanically finish pumping my gas all the while knowing that truck is still stopped at the red light and I drive away. Looking back I have to ask myself, “WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU??? With a reaction like that you’ll be single forever! Sheesh.” So dude in the black truck sorry about earlier and just so you know, I’m free for dinner.