|
"Umm, yeah" I say as I try to recall what had happened hours ago. This friggin' lady nearly ran me over! I knew I had seen this van somewhere. I froze, which was kind of noticeable considering we were walking to the van.
"You sure?" she asks.
"Yeah, it's just, well, the license plate, it, uh, well, reminds me of a band I hate."
"I get that all the time", remarked Attractive Lady, "I meant for it to stand for Not Known on the Beach, but I didn't realize the acronym would be so confusing."
I think about what she has just told me, as we start to walk to the van again. Could I trust her? I think I will, but if I hear that Right Stuff garbage I'm jumping out, moving or not. After all, who'd believe that terms like FOFC, QotM, and HT would mean much to me? Who knows, maybe she really doesn't want to be known at the beach.
As I get in, I get just what I expected: a trashed out minivan. Attractive lady and the kid get in, obviously ignorant to the mess as is. Life is like that, I guess. You get used to the messes in your life, and you don't realize you have a problem until someone notices it.
"Sorry, I haven't cleaned the van out in a bit" mentions Attractive Lady, "but don't worry, I can get you to your girlfriend's house in no time at all. I like to drive fast.
I think about how she nearly ran me over earlier. She's not kidding.
8:59 a.m.
|