Manic Monday...

Wow. This past Monday was SO a Monday; do you comprehend what I'm implying here? It felt like a Monday through and through...

And here are the two major highlights of my Manic Monday:

*Whilst at work, one of my clients (a 7 year old kiddo) said to me, "Do you look bigger today, or is it just me?" What the what?! Did you really just say that, child? And how am I supposed to take that? I hadn't been feeling particularly pudgy before that comment, but afterward, I had to wonder...I totally laughed, by the way. The verbage alone, coming out of a 7 year old kid, is hilarity at its finest.

It made me stop and think for a minute, though...

*Tuesday was my friend Matt's birthday. On Monday night, I delivered a birthday card (placed in a ziplock bag) on his windshield. That way, he'd have it on his way to work, see. I was being thoughtful. When I got to his place, I noticed that, in the dark and covered in snow, a few of the cars in the driveway/in front of the house looked quite similar. So what did I do? I peaked in the car's backseat window to check for Matt's stuff, to make sure I put the card on the right windshield. Doi.

As I was walking around to the front of the car to place the card under his windshield wiper, Matt's previously unseen neighbor charged at me in the darkness and asked me (in a very forceful voice) just what in the heck I was doing there. Then he said (still very aggressively) that I needed to leave or he'd call the Sheriff. What the what?! I told him, taken aback, that I was just putting a birthday card on my friend's car.

The neighbor man didn't even try to listen to me; he talked right through my explanation and told me, as he came even closer--within striking distance, I daresay--"It's past 11 at night, and you shouldn't be here prowling around people's cars. If you don't leave NOW, I'm going to call the Sheriff." (Not the cops, but the Sheriff, specifically.) He was an older man, quite sturdy with a beard, and I was scared of him. So I got into my car and drove away, feeling quite small and...criminal? Seriously! That man made me feel like a jerkwad! And PS, I feel quite confident that the dude took down my license plate number.

In a way, I guess it's great that Matt's neighbor was looking out for him, right? But the guy was totally missing logic. In spades. #1: I was a girl, all by my lonesome, with a card in hand. Sure I was wearing a coat (a bright red coat, no less!) and beanie, but it was snowing. Totally appropriate. #2: We live in rural North-of-Zion; grand theft auto ain't a thang that happens here, do you know what I mean? #3: I've been told (by a handful of people) that I'm one of the least threatening-looking people they've ever met. Y'all have seen pictures of me; do I seem threatening to you? Be honest with me, peeps...Also, I think he could've handled it in a much nicer way. If something looks suspicious, as you approach the situation and see that it's a non-threatening girl, you might approach the gal and ask, "What's going on?" And then maybe--just maybe--listen to her response?

Humbug on him!

It's really a funny story now, but at the time I surely didn't think so...