This week I am the luckiest transportation rider in the world. (sarcasm sign).
Yesterday I was blessed. I sat down, turned on “New Girl”, and relaxed. Minutes later I was lucky enough to have 100 sister missionaries accompany me home. They sat by me. Looking at me, wanting to talk. I wanted to watch “New Girl”. After minutes I realized Schmidt was too inappropriate to watch while sitting next to “sisters”. But I kept watching.
Let me paint the picture. They had only been in the MTC for a week. They had deer in the headlights expressions. They had yet to have P-day.
As soon as the show ended and I removed my headphones, we chatted and chatted and chatted. I’m still Mormon.
Today I am finishing some Intellectual properties. I’m also writing contracts. 100 tweens rush onto my car. Panic ensues. (don’t sit by me, don’t sit by me) did I mention there are 100? Of course they sit by me.
I want to ask them where they’re going. should I move cars? I would like to say they’re tweens, maybe they’re 11 or 12, I don’t know. That’s not something a grown woman can ask a young person.
Maybe they’re older. I think I’m sitting by the lovebirds. They eat Oreos. They don’t offer me Oreos.
People shout at the love birds, “now they’re gonna kiss!” Luckily they don’t.
I make eye contact with the other “grown-up” passengers. We raise our eyebrows and feel each others pain.
Gosh these youngins are loud.
I’m moving cars.
I look at they’re feet. The girls feet are the same size as mine, maybe bigger, maybe they’re older. Mabe they’re in middle school. Is this what I smelt like and talked like in middle school? Was this my decibel in middle school?
Now they’re arm wrestling. Why didn’t the tweens who like to read sit by me. Payback is a B, right?
They’re breaking all the train rules. “No feet on the seats” I want to scream! Why the heck would a 10-13 year old have an iPhone. I had a pay phone! That’s right kiddos, Pay Phones aren’t just lyrics.
“Use your library voices” I mouth.
I start to question my age. How old am I? Am I 25 or am I 75?
I don’t switch cars.
I’m trying to stay fresh. Is that a word we use now?
Love Love Love,
P.S. I’m headed to the grocery store to buy some Oreos.