Since my last blog was so negative with me venting I wanted to end the night on a lighter note. Obviously I have not reached mastery if I can vent my frustrations like that. But that's fine, all in due time. Anyway, I had mostly blond hair early on in life and it turned a dark brown when I was about 7 or 8yrs old and has stayed dark ever since. I've got a couple of stories to tell you about my past that are pretty funny but they also reflect this blondness of mine.
The first was when I was still a teenager and I went to a tiny BBQ sandwich stand where you walk up to a window to order and collect your food, there wasn't any indoor seating of any kind. It kinda felt like a drive up window but without being in a car. It sure had good food though. There were two (what I would call cute) guys running the place that and I was getting the feeling that they might have been thinking I was cute too so I started getting giggly and shy. I'm telling myself to just smile get your food and don't say anything stupid. The guy at the window hands me my drink and a straw. Now usually I would go wait in my car for the food to cook. But this time I'm feeling the vibe and no other customers were there so I stayed at the window to hang out and drink my soda. Who knows, maybe this guy is interested enough in me to want to talk a bit while we wait? So I'm thinking to myself now, play it cool Kayla. I notice this guy is watching me intently so, looking as sexy as I can, I poke the straw through the lid and start trying to drink my soda. I'm trying with all my might to drink this soda but nothing is happening. My cheeks are even beginning to sink in and who knows if my face was turning a different color? But still no soda appeared. I didn't want to give up and lose this battle so I just kept trying. Finally the guy comes over to me almost concerned by now and asks me if I would like another straw or something. To which I replied, "No that's okay, I can suck real hard!" The looks on their faces were priceless with those huge grins but I'm sure if my face hadn't already turned red from the endless sucking, it sure did once I realized what I had done. By the way, it turns out that the straw had went flush with the bottom of the cup.
The next one was about ten years later where I was driving a gigantic (4 door) crew cab extended pick up truck that my then husband used for his work. I was all alone and didn't feel all that comfortable driving such a monster vehicle as it was but then right in the middle of the street it just dies on me and won't start again. I realized I'm now going to be blocking traffic and I can see a gas station just across the street but I didn't know what to do. Lucky for me a police officer pulled up behind my truck, he comes to my window and says, "If you can't get it started do you want me to push it over to that gas station?" I'm thinking that's mighty kind of him to offer but I was worried it would have to take two people so I said, "This is a very heavy truck so do you really think you can all by yourself?" He calmly explains, "No, I meant with my car." Now I understand and nod in agreement so he gets back into his police car and I wait and wait but nothing is happening. How curious this is? I'm wondering what's wrong? I knew it was a heavy truck but for a car not to be able to push it? A minute later he gets out of his car and comes up to my window again to tell me, "You have to put it in neutral!"
The first was when I was still a teenager and I went to a tiny BBQ sandwich stand where you walk up to a window to order and collect your food, there wasn't any indoor seating of any kind. It kinda felt like a drive up window but without being in a car. It sure had good food though. There were two (what I would call cute) guys running the place that and I was getting the feeling that they might have been thinking I was cute too so I started getting giggly and shy. I'm telling myself to just smile get your food and don't say anything stupid. The guy at the window hands me my drink and a straw. Now usually I would go wait in my car for the food to cook. But this time I'm feeling the vibe and no other customers were there so I stayed at the window to hang out and drink my soda. Who knows, maybe this guy is interested enough in me to want to talk a bit while we wait? So I'm thinking to myself now, play it cool Kayla. I notice this guy is watching me intently so, looking as sexy as I can, I poke the straw through the lid and start trying to drink my soda. I'm trying with all my might to drink this soda but nothing is happening. My cheeks are even beginning to sink in and who knows if my face was turning a different color? But still no soda appeared. I didn't want to give up and lose this battle so I just kept trying. Finally the guy comes over to me almost concerned by now and asks me if I would like another straw or something. To which I replied, "No that's okay, I can suck real hard!" The looks on their faces were priceless with those huge grins but I'm sure if my face hadn't already turned red from the endless sucking, it sure did once I realized what I had done. By the way, it turns out that the straw had went flush with the bottom of the cup.
The next one was about ten years later where I was driving a gigantic (4 door) crew cab extended pick up truck that my then husband used for his work. I was all alone and didn't feel all that comfortable driving such a monster vehicle as it was but then right in the middle of the street it just dies on me and won't start again. I realized I'm now going to be blocking traffic and I can see a gas station just across the street but I didn't know what to do. Lucky for me a police officer pulled up behind my truck, he comes to my window and says, "If you can't get it started do you want me to push it over to that gas station?" I'm thinking that's mighty kind of him to offer but I was worried it would have to take two people so I said, "This is a very heavy truck so do you really think you can all by yourself?" He calmly explains, "No, I meant with my car." Now I understand and nod in agreement so he gets back into his police car and I wait and wait but nothing is happening. How curious this is? I'm wondering what's wrong? I knew it was a heavy truck but for a car not to be able to push it? A minute later he gets out of his car and comes up to my window again to tell me, "You have to put it in neutral!"
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