My new best friend isn’t calling me. To be strictly accurate, she has never called me.
Clay and I were walking in the neighborhood one morning this summer when an SUV pulled up beside us and the window came down.
“That’s what I should be doing!” chirped a blonde woman about my age. “All summer I’ve watched you walk by and I keep telling myself that I should be out here, too!”
We chatted pleasantly about exercising and the never-ending battle to lose weight. She asked where we live and said she knows our neighbor.
I liked her. Having her stop to chat and satisfy her curiosity about the new gal in the neighborhood made my day. That was just the sort of fun and friendly person I would like to spend time with. That woman could be my friend.
But, do I know her name? Does she know mine? Do I know where she lives? No! Seriously, can you believe it? All that sunny chatting and no names were exchanged. I could kick myself clear downtown and back.
But she knows where I live, so the onus is on her. Clearly, she has not yet realized there is a hole in her social life with my name on it. Clearly, she hasn't considered that I might have her penciled in for a series of wildly fun craft fairs, wine tastings and holiday programs.
Let's get this friendship started! We have places to go and things to do!
Maybe I'll take a chair to the place where we met and hope she drives by again. If she doesn't show signs of slowing down, I'll throw myself in front of her SUV. We'd have to exchange contact info, then, right?
“Hello, Beatrice? This is Krista. Remember, the gal you ran over last month? Well, I got my cast off today and wondered whether you'd like to go to the Holiday Fair with me on Saturday?"
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Dutch Bros. Rocks!
I've been to the Dutch Bros on Clearwater Ave here in Kennewick maybe 4 times all summer. AND YET, I drove to the window today and a cute little gal inside said, "Hi! You like the Oregon-style mocha iced, right?"
Made. My. Day.
I bet she has me filed in her hip haircut head under, "grayish blonde lady - heavyset, friendly smile, great taste in purses, good tipper."
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