The Mother Nature Problem
In the last few weeks I have had some eye opening experiences that have reminded me how old I am. It’s not that I am in denial about my age, but sometimes Mother Nature bashes you over the head to remind you that you are no spring chicken. (Gentle laughing) That Mother Nature is a Maaad Scientist friends. I am not going to lie to you…I don’t care for her so much.
For example, the other day I came out of the mall and couldn’t find my car.
“Really?” I said to myself, “Are we really to this point in my life where I can’t even remember where I parked twenty minutes ago? Really? (With my voice going up at the end)”
So there I wandered in the 100 degree heat searching for my little white Civic. When suddenly, and without warning I spotted her not 10 steps from where I was standing. Ah, It was a South Towne Shopping Center miracle, I tell you!
So I got out my key and tried to unlock the door…but nothing happened. The key didn’t feel like it was going in correctly. So I pulled out the key, looked at it, and then tried again, fruitlessly.
So I did what any sane person would do in 100 degree heat I started jerking the key around, pounded on the door. I even licked my key to make sure it was properly lubricated…but still nothing.
So finally I started looking in the windows to see if I left one of the windows down so I could maybe stick a hanger or something in there to unlock the door. And then I notice something odd about my car…
“Why is there a Lady Gaga CD on my seat…and when did I get black upholstery?”
That’s right friends, it wasn’t my car. And to make matters worse the owner was walking out of the store right at the same moment I was looking into his windows. That made for a rather interesting conversation in an already awkward situation.
On a brighter note, I have learned that as I get older my emotions are well connected to my feelings. As was evidenced as I cried like a little girl as I was questioned by mall security.
Thanks Mother Nature, you’re the best!