Note: To fully enjoy this post, you should click on the links so the music can play while you visualize what I’m about to tell you, which sadly, is a completely accurate account of my drive home this afternoon. Thank you. Party on.
I was driving in the car earlier, flipping through stations when Santana’s “Smooth” came on the radio. I like the song, so I smiled and just as I did, the car hit a bump and dipped ever so slightly, causing my head to tilt and bob just so.
At that moment, my little self-smile turned into a smoooth, cooool, smile.
In my head, I looked like this:
Like David Caruso in CSI Miami when he knows something and does his head-tilted, knowing, cool nod.
I popped down the visor mirror to see what my smoooth, cooool, smile actually looked like It was more like this:
By then, I was sitting at a red light, amusing myself by practicing my smoooth, cooool, smile (that only I could see) and I accidentally glanced at two young dudes in the car next to me. We made eye contact and I immediately became nervous. What if they thought I was flirting at them with my smoooth, cooool, smile??
Then I realized that at their age (and mine), they probably saw this:
Then I became depressed.
I flipped stations a few times, trying to get back my groove and finally AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” came on.
And suddenly, I was all like this:
And in my head, I’m still one smoooth, cooool chick.
The sky is blue in my world. Thank you very much for asking. 😉