Tonight, it finally happened. The moment I've been waiting my whole life for. The day of redemption, the day when all those angst-ridden, calorie-counting, treadmill-running moments finally produce results.
To preface this, I should set up the scene. Our VW Jetta is a piece of shit (from the get-go). It has been in the shop three times in 2005, and it always seems to be breaking or leaking a lake of water into the floorboard (perfect car for my always-broken-down ass). So while it was in the shop, we were renting a sweet little Hyundai Accent (and by "sweet" I mean the $11/day value package base model vehicle that doesn't leak or rattle).
Our VW mechanic informed us that the car was ready. We fetched the Jetta and merrily made our way to the car rental shop. Brad waited in the Jetta while I handled the rental folk. Or rather, I went and stood in a long-ass line and waited with the rest of the miserable people.
That's when he walked in.
The 50-year old Korean Businessman.
He liked me. He flirted at me. He said all the supah smooth things you say to a chick in a long line. He asked me where I was headed. He asked me where "home" was. He cooed and purred at me as if I was his special little turtle dove. And then, when his frequent flyer miles earned him a major cut in the big-ass line of misery, he told the manager I was "with him". I got to cut, too. All because I am the shit.
Of course I told him I was happily married. But the fact remains that he considered me mistress material. Thank you esophagus ulcers for starving me skinny!! WOOHOO!!!