For example, I pulled up to the drive-thru window at Sonic today. My cup holder was full, so as they handed me my drink, I reached down and removed a cup, and tossed it in the floorboard. No biggie, I'll get it later. No one rides over there so what will an empty cup matter. But the chick at the window says, "Can I throw something away for you?" Never in my life (and I've been to way too many drive-thru windows) have I ever had someone offer to throw something away. So it made me wonder...what did that MEAN?? Was she saying I was being a pig with all the mess in my car? Or was she really just offering to toss an empty cup for me? Hmmmmm....
Things like that occasionally catch my attention and my brain will dwell on them for a while, debating what the person meant by what they said or did.
Like a bit later in the day as I was heading into Home Depot where I discovered my fluorescent lighting in the kitchen would cost $50 bucks to put new bulbs in. I decided I'll just do things in my kitchen during daylight hours and be thankful for big windows. Who needs electric lighting anyway? But that's not the point.... As I was headed in, I passed this man who was coming out and he gave me a huge smile and a hearty, "Good Morning!" Didn't know him. No one ever speaks to me (or other strangers) coming in and out of shops these days. But this man did. So I got to thinking, "What did THAT mean??" Does it look like I just rolled out of bed and it amused the man? Was I looking happy and friendly so he just responded to the look on my face? Or was this just a friendly person passing on some goodwill? Hmmmm....
This kind of analyzing is no big deal. But I get to analyzing things that really mean something to me. And then...I think the analyzing hurts me in some ways...robs me, I guess. Like, say, a gift from a friend. Not friends I'm really close to and secure with, but say...friends that I'm a bit insecure about but really wish I had security about. Friends I tend to maybe shower attention on...but usually things don't seem quite so reciprocal. Then along comes a gift from them and what do I do? I ask myself if they're just being nice? Are they taking some sort of pity on me? Or do they really truly like me? I decide it was a wonderful act on their part, that they're nice and that they MUST really like me. And then some time goes by without hearing from them and here comes the analyzing again..."It WAS pity and being nice. It HAD to be!" And then the thoughts start going in circles again. (Kind of like this blog.) Ugh.
I'm not generally that insecure of a person....................am I? Sheesh. I should never have gone for a serious topic.
Let's move on to funny stuff. How about another Greg Page concert story, entitled, "Oh No You Di'n't!!" starring my friend, The Mamma Mia Enabler, or Kristen for short. Our story takes us back to Nashville, July 2004, at the Tennessee Performing Arts Center. Kristen and I were standing in line after what was the second of two INCREDIBLE evenings of music, starring that talented man we all love, Greg Page. We were standing in line waiting for our moment with Greg. Pictures, autographs, eye contact. ::siiiiiiiiiigh:: I'm sorry, what was I saying?....................... Oh yes! We were standing in line, waiting our turn. Finally we have one more person in front of us and it's our turn. Way too much adrenalyn at this point. Can't....take....it. I have to plan what I'll say at first because if I don't I'll just stand there with this stupid grin on my face. One that you only see on cartoon characters. You know the one. With that equally stupid nasal snortish chuckle...and maybe a bit of drool, which isn't attractive at all. So I've been planning and preparing for this moment (okay AND the one the previous night) from the moment the concert was announced, right? I've got a whole list of things in my brain and I'm ready to launch.
During that day, Kristen and I had one of our usual adventures (and I'll save that for another day), the culmination of which was a few prints of a photo I'd had taken with Greg the previous night. I wanted my copy autographed. Ok, ok, here's the picture. Most of y'all have seen it before, but it's fun, so ...
So I'm one person away from getting up to Greg, and I open the photo envelope to double check the photos in there. Most would have told me it wasn't necessary. I would have told myself it wasn't necessary, too. But boy would I have been wrong!
Inside this photo envelope were the photos, yes, but there were OTHER photos as well. You see, I MIGHT just really enjoy my photostudio software. Maybe. It's possible. And over the previous year or so, I MIGHT have sent taunting photos to Kristen. Photos of Greg with his arms held open wide (Wiggling in concert) and a caption that says, "I love Hill THIIIIIIS much!" (Kristen and I war over him as if it were real...or we did back then...FULL SCALE war. lol) And there might have been a photo of Greg wearing a teeshirt that said "Hill ROCKS!" and bearing my image. Maybe. And there MIGHT also have been one of my family photos with my girls with a very carefully added Greg in with us....and a caption that said, "Happy Holidays from Dreamland." And there might have been several others...like ummmm...well there might have been some sort of wedding photo that someone took way too much time and attention to detail, all for the sake of the war of course, but otherwise CAREFULLY guarded. There MIGHT have been something like that, too. And...well...a few others along these lines that I can't even remember.
And what did I do upon seeing these? Well, first of all I had to pick up my eyeballs because they'd popped out of socket and rolled across the floor. Then I gasped so loud it's a wonder it didn't draw the attention I was hoping to avoid. I turned to Kristen and said, "OH NO YOU DIDN'T!!!" She was thoroughly disappointed...which only BARELY came through all the laughing she did over my discovery. She had badly wanted them to go flying out when I got right in front of Greg and had me utterly humiliated and explaining why he'd been added to the family and well there was the wedding to explain and ummmm...well...mortification.
But she's really lucky I found them when I did. VERY lucky. I'd have pummelled her senseless with my wee ineffectual fists. Then there'd have been jail time and all kinds of horrors and this story wouldn't have been half as funny. But I still got revenge. Mmmhmmm... You see this photo?
Kristen used to be just to the left of this image. But she got cut. Yup. If you look really closely at his right collar, (not the one that is on your right, HIS right), you can see a sprig of blond hair. That was Ms. Enabler's. So let this be a lesson. Don't mess with me and my GP moments, people. I'll cut you right out of the photos. So don't make me do it.
P.S. - She DID get the one with him wearing a "Hill ROCKS!" tee-shirt autographed.