So, I was following this truck on the way to the doctor's office last night. It had New Jersey plates (yes, no surprise there, seeing that I do live in Jersey) but the thing that really caught my eye were the Patriots and Red Sox magnets on the back of the vehicle. My voices suddenly went berserk.....
"Wow, another Boston fan in Jersey!"
"That's so bizarre!"
"Beep! Wave! Do something!"
"Speed up! We need to check him out!"
"Oh my God! He's getting off the exit! *insert growl here* FOLLOW HIM!!!!!!"
But of course I didn't.
Anywho, I had a little bit of time to kill before I went for my check up to see if this Nasty-Going-on-Day-4-Hacking-Up-A-Lung-Cold would be the death of me or not, so I decided to pull in to the Target parking lot and go browse around the store for a few minutes. I leave the store, start walking to my car when lo and behold........
HOLY SHIT! IT'S THE TRUCK WITH THE PATRIOTS AND RED SOX MAGNETS!
It was parked a few spots away from me!
(insert the voices humming the Twilight Zone theme music here)
I slowly walk by the truck, sneaking a peek to see if he was inside of the truck but he was nowhere to be found. I took a quick look around to see if anyone was walking towards my direction but nope... nobody was around.
So what to do? What to do? Quick, Chicky... THINK!
I didn't have time to wait for him to come back so I did what any normal (errrr wait, normal?) person would've done in the same situation...
I grabbed a piece of paper, wrote "GO SOX!" on it in big bold letters, signed my name "Chicky" with a smiley face (of course) and stuck it under his windshield wiper. (No, I did not leave my phone number. I'm crazy...... but not THAT crazy!)
Would have loved to seen his face when he saw the note but who knows, maybe fate will play its part and someday I will run into him again.... and the story will unfold from there.....
