I had an English teacher in High School that was crazy. Really. She was certifiable and everyone knew it. I won’t mention her name for the sheer fact that I know there are readers of this blog that went to high school with me. Even though I’d like to prove a point, it’s not my intention to defame anyone. Anyway, she was nuts and it was rumored that one rainy day, because she couldn’t find a parking spot in the teacher’s lot, she left her car running in a loading zone in front of the school office, went inside, taught first period, then returned and moved her car. The more intense rumors even added that she left the driver’s door open.
I just returned to my office from being away for lunch. It is raining VERY hard. I drove up to the front of the parking lot, near the entrance to my building looking for a parking spot. Rats. The lot was full. The only space was REALLY far away. Did I mention it was raining HARD? For a minute or two I considered Mrs. What’s-her-name and eyed the loading zone space right in front of the building. Maybe she wasn’t so crazy after all. As a matter of fact, maybe I’m the one who’s becoming a little loopy. As the rain pelted me in the head as I left Walmart (that’s where I was during my lunch hour…what a charmed life I lead.), I saw a lady with one of those plastic rain bonnet things. My first thought was, “I sure miss my Grandma.” My second thought was, “Maybe I should get one of those.” My third thought was, “Maybe I should get a lobotomy for even having that thought.”