So, another great day of Reiner-itis.
I was deeply involved in a conversation with one of my dear friends while driving home from work. Well, in the midst of discussing the latest beauty secrets I glimpsed down at my passenger floor board only to find that I had a surprise unwelcomed passenger.
While at a stop light I start screaming, "OH MY F-ING WORD!!!! OH MY F-ING WORD!!!" DISCLAIMER: 'F-ing' is truly what came out of my mouth... the Lord probably did not shine His face on that one nor did the element of class prevail, but at least I refrained from using the real deal.... unless I'm talking about Bin Laden!
My now panicking friend thought I had been in a huge collision to which I nearly had as I swung my car into the nearest safe-haven....7-Eleven. From my angle, in clear-broad daylight, I was escorting a baby tarantella!
As my horror escalated and voice got higher in pitch, I dashed out of my car to find my hero.
Now, let me pause to remind you where I am: 7 Eleven.... my selection of a 'hero' consisted of the following:
1. The typical painter/construction worker who fails to wear deodorant after a long day in the sun, wind, and dirt pit.
2. The 14 month :) pregnant women who has decided that the whole Britney Spears-no shoes thing is super cool.
3. And finally, the average teen male entourage who either are not of legal age to be cruising or fresh off the press license carriers engaging a four-block radius with Eminem.
So, my selection was thus.... until the 'man of- make...me...melt' whisked through the doors. With Aimee still on the line... my hero and I met in the middle and I convinced him that immediate rescuing was in order... while assuring him I was totally serious and that he was not on TV.
We..... being he rushed to the scene... did some investigating and emptied the floor mat of the horrible furry creature. Able to breath a little easier.... I said (in a very genuinely dramatic way, of course),
"Wasn't he just HUGE..... do we think he's dead or alive?"
Hero: "I think he's dead."
Me: "What do we think he was?"
Hero: "I do believe he was a...... GRASSHOPPER."
A moment of serious silence and reflection took place. Thankfully his voice was rather soft and totally full of respect as he announced the brand of passenger, but I'm sure a few curious folks over-heard due to the mini crowd I obliviously drew. I will spare you my reasons for confusing a grasshopper for a terantella, but let me assure you they are totally legitimate! We both laughted a little, I climbed into my exterminated car only to hear Aimee say, "I can't believe you, you kill me, you absolutely kill me!!!" Well, you'd think I'd want to kill myself after something like this..... but it's just another day.
Can you imagine the conversation he had with his friends.... "So, I met this girl......."
