Wednesday, April 05, 2006
I feel like a heifer. No, I don't mean that I feel fat. I just got to work after driving through the corral we like to call Interstate 85. I mean, really...it's a corral. Every morning I dread the trek to work, not only because of my destination, but also because of the journey there. I could make this a rant about the hundreds of incompetent drivers I encounter each morning, but instead, I will share a bit of amusement I experienced during the morning herding today.
I was sitting on the exit ramp to get off at Perry Hill Road, waiting for the green light. I looked in my rear view mirror at the driver behind me, and I couldn't help but chuckle. If you were a child in the '80s, do you remember the sunglasses they had for kids? They were like plastic versions of the big round shades our parents wore. I specifically remember a pair that I had. Hot pink, big, round, plastic sunglasses with really dark lenses because they were cheap. Well, to my amusement, the large black middle-aged woman in the car behind me this morning was wearing an exact replica of those sunglasses. It reminded me that when I was about 7 or 8 years old, I lost my sunglasses. They were my favorite sunglasses in the world. Did this woman find them? I bet she found them on the floor in Phar-Mor and decided to hang on to them until they came back in style. Well, her time has come. The big sunglasses are back. And apparently, the big round hot pink shades have stood the test of time.