Friday, April 17, 2009
A moment in the life:
I was motoring down a busy stretch of road on Sunday morning. Nice, bright weather. A good dose of warm. I was on my way to buy a new motorcycle battery. Aine and I wanted to fire up the bike for the first ride of the season. Unfortunately, I blew Saturday trying to get the old battery to hold a charge.
The wind blew through my open window. Paula Cole was singing, "I don't wanna wait, for our lives to be over...." (Not with me in the car, mind you. On the radio.) I was into it. I was digging it. The auto store came up on the right, and I hit the signal and started into the turn.
But Paula was belting it out of the window a little too loudly.
I scrambled for the volume to dial it down.
Rolling into the parking lot, I breathed a sigh of relief. None of the dudes heard my chick tune. Whew, close one.
You see, despite being mechanically inclined and a part-time lumberjack, I don't exactly look the part. (Well, at least with the studious glasses on.*) I try to dirty myself up before going into auto stores. You know. To "blend in."
I got a good laugh at myself that morning. Funny how those issues of self image can still move you.
Next time, I'll let it go. Next time I won't diss Paula.
(Unless, of course, I can snag myself some Sweet Home, Alabama really quick.)
*You can stop laughing, Aine.