I often get lost in thought while Iâ€™m driving. Itâ€™s a very bad habit I admit, but itâ€™s bound to happen — in the shower and while Iâ€™m driving are often when I have my best ideas.
I was replaying my recent doctorâ€™s visit in my head, going over the symptoms I discussed with my doctor. Going back to previous migraines, comparing them to the ones I have had in the past. I was trying to think of anything that I may have neglected to mention to my doctor â€¦ anything that would need to be brought up during my next appointment.
I looked up at the van in front of me. It was nothing special. Red. Older model. Three men inside. It had earlier cut me off and I remember thinking something along the lines of “No blinker, no manners!”
I had just noticed that it had a pink ribbon magnet on the back. I thought that was kind of touching and smiled. I looked over and noticed that there was a bumper sticker next to it.
I love reading bumper stickers. :)
It said “Save the TATA’s!!” and had another pink ribbon beside it.
That struck me as so funny that I cackled out loud. I know the lady in the lane next to me thought I was a little off my rocker. It’s such a “typical guy thing” to say, but in a sweet context.
It also reminded me of a recent conversation with a friend of mine … for privacy’s sake, I’ll call her “Jill”…
Jill and I were talking about charity work and discussing some upcoming projects. I’ve got a couple in the works and was showing her one that was linked on my website. She saw the Boobiethon button and asked me about it. I went to the site and showed her a few pages of previous years’ entries and casually mentioned that I was thinking of entering this year with a few of my friends.
You’d think I had just announced that I was leaving to go be a real estate broker in Antarctica.
Jill: Nicki, you CAN’T be serious!
Me: Why not?
Jill: Be reasonable, you’re a grown woman now. This is not Girls Gone Wild!
Me: Oh come on, Jill, they’re just boobs. This is for a good cause. Besides, you don’t actually SEE the whole BOOB anyway, give me a fuckin’ break. There are no faces to identify people by so the only way people know it’s me is if I *TELL THEM* which I’m not!
Jill: I won’t speak to you anymore if you do this.
Me: Now YOU’RE the one who’s not being reasonable.
Jill: I mean it.
Jill: I MEAN IT!
So guess who hasn’t spoken to me since? ;P Oh well … we weren’t close or anything, but I do think it’s kind of funny.