Busy Day Part I
I left work a little before 1pm. Today was THE DAY. You know...the puberty movie. Here are 2 conversations I had on the road.
I'm sitting at a red light.
I roll down the window so I can hear the woman beside me.
"You don't know me, do you?"
"How does my hair look?"
"I just got it cut. It used to be here." She holds her hand to her shoulder. "Really, how does it look?"
"Oh, it looks nice."
She had gotten her hair cut from her shoulders to something like this but without the cute little flipped ends at the back. Oh lordy.
Then my cell rings.
"Mom, the MASH meeting is at 2."
Thinking to myself, "Mass? Mass? We're not Catholic. What's she talking about? We have that other thing at 2. What does Mass have to do with it? I'm sooooo confused."
So I say with as much intelligence as I can, "Huh?"
"The MASH meeting is at 2."
"The puberty movie."
"Ohhhhhh, yeah, I know. I'll be there in 20 minutes."
"Ok, I thought you thought it started at 2:30."
Sometimes my cell reception sucks.