Archive for April 13, 2011

It’s raining men!

No not really.

I sent that to set the date on the blog. I’m sneaky that way.

The walk from my office to the subway is usually uneventful. Walk down the sidewalk, wait for the light cross six lanes of traffic, try not to get run over. Today as I was approaching the intersection, an unmarked police car made a u-turn and pulled a car over, the police car pulled up very close to the other car, almost touching its bumper. I didn’t think anything of it, nothing unusual, right?

As I crossed the street I suddenly thought, “Unmarked police cars aren’t supposed to make routine traffic stops. Are they?” I glanced over at the cars, the pulled over car’s trunk was open and the police officers were looking in it. I was torn between wondering if I could sneak close enough to see if there was a body in the trunk, and just running to the subway. I didn’t run, but I kept walking to the subway.

Then on the train my phone rang. I didn’t answer it because I didn’t recognize the number. It was my dad. World’s Worst Daughter.

That’s all, says she.


The other day on Facebook, I got a friend request. I didn’t recognize the name or the face, but we had friends in common. After I approved the friend request, she started commenting on my pictures. “All those familiar faces!” (picture of my family) “You look amazing!” so I started to really wonder, perhaps worry a little.

So I started to investigate, I started with her profile pics. It didn’t take long to get to a wedding picture, with a bride surrounded by 9 bridesmaids (each in a different color dress), a flower girl and maid of honor. Then I remembered her. I was the maid of honor at her wedding. If I hadn’t seen that picture, I would have never remembered her.

While some may think that it absolutely horrible of me, despite the fact that I was the maid of honor, we weren’t really that close, and after she got married we really didn’t do anything with each other anymore. I am so surprised that she recognized me. Although someone else from that time period posted on the picture of my family that everyone looks the same after 20 years. It appears they are right.

And that is all, says she.