Be Bored With Me
I am sitting in the truck in Laredo TX and there are other trucks here waiting to unload in the morning. One is staring @ me. A man not the truck, I don’t know if trucks can stare. WHY is he staring?
1. Because he can’t see too well.
2. He wants to ask for instructions as to how this place works like the 4 did last week. If I set and work on the computer in front I must have a neon sign that says, directions, instructions, free!!!
3. There is nothing else to stare @ except buildings and a gravel lot on one side and Mexico on the other.
4. He thinks I’m ravishingly beautiful because @ 30 feet you can’t see the grey roots or creases, we won’t call them wrinkles, OK?
Husband is asleep in the back. Anyway could someone please make that guy quit staring. I’ll do the finger cross thing in a minute and start hissing.
15 minutes have passed in your lives now. And in mine…….
If you’ve managed to stay with me all the way my husband knew the guy staring. Male Half just took the great and wonderful Dis for a walk. Big man and a little fluffy dog. Sort of like fat man in a little coat?
Ew….creepy staring guy. What was his deal? Hubby knew him, but why was he staring at you? He knew hubby’s truck?
Why do guys not understand that staring gives us gals the heeby-jeebies??
He knew it was hubbys truck. It does give me the heeby-jeebies though. I don’t know why men can’t figure it out. I was here last weekend and it’s either be in back or “work” on computer in front. They stared then too but not so blatently.
We lived in our motorhome for awhile when we first moved down from Alaska. I liked to sit in one of the front seats in the sun and read, I know about the staring guys. And we won’t even talk about the ones in AK.