Just married
Yesterday, I parked in a highly coveted “15 minute bank customer only” parking space at a bank on Wilshire Blvd. As I briskly walked towards the entrance, I called out to the security guard, “I’ll be back in less than 15! I promise!” He was kind enough to smile and pretend he never heard that before.
I returned to my car five minutes later (thank you very much!), and looked for a little credit from the same guard, “See? I told you I’d be back in less than 15!”
Maybe I misremembered the next part of our interaction, but I swear this was his reply as he walked over to my car:
“So you’re a newlywed?”
I held my car door open for a second, turned to face him, and wondered why the hell he would ask that.
“Newlywed?” I cocked my head to the left as if I’d find the answer there.
He made a motion as if to write the word ‘just’ across the back of my car. I immediately exclaimed, “Oh! I know what you’re talking about now! Oh my gawd, I can’t believe you remember that!”
A month earlier, when my car was covered in a thick layer of dirt, my best bud, Jean Luc, used his finger to write, “Just Married!” across my back windshield. He thought that was soooooooooooooooooo funny! He really does crack himself up.
“No, no, I’m not a newlywed. I’m actually going through a divorce. A friend wrote that there as a joke.” I laughed out loud at the memory. “He’s a jackass!”
Truthfully, I’m a jackass, too. I put off washing my car an extra week because that gag make me laugh every time I saw it.
I don’t remember ever seeing that security guard before — I make it a point to always look for them — but he sure remembered me. Now I’m wondering who else noticed…
Adios,
Flo
Add comment June 10th, 2006