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Saturday, October 09, 2004

gas stations & paternity tests

Pumping gas is usually a pretty boring process. It's sort of funny, when I was a kid I would jump out of the car with mom so I could pump the gas...not anymore. Now, when I'm in the car with my wife there is this dramatic pause, a holding of the breath, to see who's gonna budge first. Sort of like when you're sleeping and the baby wakes you. You sit as still as possible, that way you look asleep, and your wife (the one who went through 9 months of aches and pains, and has been up every night feeding) will be compassionate, not wanting to wake you, and get up and take care of it. Yes, I know the fact that I've actually thought that is downright disgraceful; but I told you I would be transparent :-) (and guys, don't pretend I'm alone!)

Anyway, back to the gas station. I had just finished putting in $5 of gas (I can't bring myself to fill it up when it's $1.99...I keep thinking it's gonna go down) and as I am about to make my way back to the car, this guy comes up behind me and says, "Excuse me, where did you get those jeans? They look really good on you." First, it threw me for a loop that someone actually made contact, then I thought perhaps he was joking, and I was to answer "why yes, those are Bugle Boy jeans I'm wearing") but the way he said it...I just was a bit confused. I'm sure I looked a little awkward, looked at my jeans, and sheepishly said, "American Eagle." He muttered something else, but I'm not sure what. I got in the car, turned to my wife (who heard the whole thing and had a big grin on her face), turned my head and the guy just shrugged his shoulders and sort of gave me a look that said, "well, I tried." Was he hitting on me...or did he really just like my jeans? Who knows? I'll go ahead and think I was just so darn cute in my jeans that he wasn't hitting on me, but wanted to look as good as I do...or something like that :-) LOL

But the gas station excitement wasn't over yet! (I know, you can't believe it could get any better.) I saw a new park bench with an advertisement next to the gas station that read "need to know?...Call 1-800-WHO-DADY?" (yes, I know it's spelled wrong :-) I half expected to see a pic of Jerry Springer next to it, but didn't. That just struck me as odd.

...For the record, they are American Eagle Vintage washed Boot-Cut's.

2 Comments:

  • At 10:18 AM , Blogger Clarissa said...

    That is hil-A-rious! Your wife had better not ever let you go to the gas station alone wearing those jeans; no telling what might happen to you.

     
  • At 9:57 AM , Blogger Steven J Bruce said...

    Clarissa-

    I don't think Angela has anything to worry about :-)
    It was great to meet you at Zoe. I attended your first arranging class. I'm sure it was a challenge to present the topic to such a wide range of abilities and interests, but you did a great job! God bless!

     

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