Nope. Growing up I listened to the teacher, always completed my homework without being asked to do so, was home by curfew (except once or twice), and stayed in the crosswalk. To this day I am still too nervous to jaywalk for fear of a police officer catching me and administering a verbal rip in front of a bunch of nosy onlookers.
Confessions of a self-professed hallway monitor turned free bird (in the latter years).
So a couple weeks ago when we were on our way home from the blessed flea market aka home of the Tori Spelling sighting and the Chef pulled into a parking lot with a sign that basically said if you're not the owner and don't have permission you'd best frig off, I contemplated having a breakdown.
Him: Just get out. We'll get a few pictures and leave.
Me: What if someone calls the police?
Him: By the time the police got here we'd be gone and the police do not care about us. *eye roll*
Me: What if the owner's here and yells at us? (as he walks across the parking lot and I holler out the window)
Him: Dude. It's Sunday. The owner is not here.
Me: That guy over there is waving to us. Maybe he's the owner.
Him: That guy over there is saying get out of the car and don't be a wuss. So don't be a wuss.
Fine. Rule breaker in the house. Nerd version 2012.
Happy to report no one called the po-po on us and I was back in the car within 5 minutes. Word.
Mild look of panic as waving guy continues waving.
Maybe it is the owner? (gulp)
Composure close-up minus feet?
Feet adorned in fave go-to Joie Booties tracked down at 50% off, last pair in the US at Saks.
Never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever give up.
Unless you've jaywalked and are in the wrong.
Then just take a verbal lashing and apologize quietly at the end.
Mop needs a cut.
Nothing new here. Basically just more fave basics.
Here's hoping the weekend is kind to you. I've been in the hole this week with some sort of stomach bug and a sh*tload of work. Not the best combo, but I'm still alive so no complaints here. After all I'm not caught like a deer in the headlights outside the crosswalk or facedown on the pavement in cuffs. Perspective people, perspective.
