Friday evening, I left the office and headed to Walmart. As I’m sure all of you are completely aware, Walmart this time of year is COMPLETELY insane. I hurried in, bought the few things that I needed, and hurried right back out.
On a whim, I bought some beef jerky. Those dang displays right at the check-out line get me EVERY time.
While walking to the car, I got SUPER excited about my purchase. It was the Jack Daniels Steakhouse flavor. And oh me… I couldn’t wait to tear into that beefy goodness.
My head was down, and I was rummaging through my bags trying to find the beef jerky as I approached my car. I, evidently, was REALLY pumped about it. Without paying much attention to anything outside of the contents of my grocery bag, I dug my keys out of my purse, put my key in the lock of the driver side door, and tried to unlock my car.
And then I heard the scream.
What are the chances of another 2003 dark blue Ford Focus parking SO close to MY 2003 dark blue Ford Focus? And, what are the chances that I would be so intent on digging in my bags looking for beef jerky that I don’t realize I’m trying to access the wrong vehicle?
And, what are the chances that there would actually be someone sitting inside, in the passenger seat, of the car that I was so intently trying to enter?
As soon as I realized what was happening, I started apologizing very loudly (I wanted the poor lady in the passenger seat to be able to hear me) and very profusely. Honestly, it takes a lot for me to get embarrassed. A whole lot. But my face was so red that I could feel my ears burning, and I was so flustered that I couldn’t get the keys out of the door.
After the most awkward 30 seconds of my life, I finally freed the captive keys and started making the trek to MY car. I turned around to wave apologetically to the poor lady who was sitting in the passenger seat, but she was already on her phone and waving her arms frantically as she told the story of the crazy girl in cowboy boots and a camo hoodie that tried to climb in the car with her and steal all of her money and Christmas cheer.
Really. Who wants to follow me around with a video camera and just document my life for a month? I promise you, you’d be able to sell it to some network and make lots and lots of money.
Speaking of money, I recently made the decision to pick up a third job. I work an 8-5 job, I own a small business, and now, I work at Outback again.
Yes, yes I do. Actually, today is my first day back.
I swear, Outback Steakhouse owns a part of my soul. It’s just a fact of life.
I have worked there on and off since I was about 20 years old and as much as I whine about it and talk about how ridiculous it is that I have a college degree and still wait tables, there is no denying the fact that I love Outback and I love the people with whom I work.
Plus, every single cent that I make while working there will go to my “I’m moving to Florida” fund. So come in and give me money. Ha.
My life is good.
It really, really is.
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