I went to Smiths the other day and on the way in some college students asked me where the Dollar Store was. I panicked, like I always do--east is the mountains, west is the lake, and north is Salt Lake. . . east is the mountains, west is the lake, and north is Salt Lake. . .but I managed to tell them. Then I thought it was rude that they assumed I would know where the dollar store is. Do I look like I shop at the dollar store or something? But ever since I read an article from a life coach in a magazine I've been trying to interpret things to my advantage--that is the life coach's advice and I think it is sound. My tendency is to always assume the worst, like when I met David Sedaris and he asked if we had gone to dinner before his show. I knew it was because we all had a stinky food smell that he was trying to identify. I should have assumed it was because he was really taken by me, that he probably reads my blog, and that he just wanted to know more about me and what I was doing before his show.
So I should assume that those college students thought I was really cute and just wanted to talk to me and "Where's the dollar store?" was their nervous attempt to get to know me. They probably read my blog.
As I was shopping a song came on and I had an immediate and visceral positive response to it--before I even recognized what it was. Earlier in the week Christian had mentioned an interview he saw with Rush Limbaugh where the interviewer gave him a quote and asked him whether he agreed or disagreed with the quote. Rush Limbaugh would not answer the question until he knew who said the quote! That is so Rush Limbaugh. So I decided that I was going to commit fully to the song even before I knew what it was or who it was by. I admitted to myself, I LOVE THIS SONG! Shortly after that I recognized the song: "You know I never meant to see you again, and I only passed by as a friend. All this time I stayed out of sight, I started wondering why. Now I wish it would rain down, down on me. Yes I wish it would rain, rain down on me now. " Are you loving it? Afraid to admit that you love it? Don't be like Rush Limbaugh. Just admit that you love it. It's by Phil Collins, does that change anything?
After I got my groceries the checker offered to send the bagger out to help me. I accepted. As we walked out I was quietly musing over whether or not the bagger had full mental faculties--you know how you sometimes wonder. Sometimes I see a person who looks really cool with some clunky vintage shoes and Elvis Costello glasses and sometimes they turn out to be retarded--this doesn't change anything, you know--God bless them and all--they still look cool. So as I was thinking this--wondering about the bagger--she says to me, "Hey, you're like me!" I was taken aback. It was just like when George is worried about growing manbreasts like his Dad and a buxom lady (wearing the same shirt as him) points to her chest and says, "Hey, we're twins!"
I was at a loss for words (sort of like when people ask me for directions) but she filled the silence by pointing to my case of Diet Coke, "Looks like we both drink too much of that stuff." Right, right, right. The Diet Coke. Everyone loves Diet Coke and we're all addicted to it. Gotcha. We have that in common. I can't say whether or not she was quietly musing over my mental faculties--my life coach would say not--but I can say that if she were, it wouldn't be the first time.