THE STORY
There are many things I have learned in my life over the years.
Some of these things I learned by watching others, but in most things, I learn by experience.
I learn the hard way.
I am not always the brightest crayon in the box when it comes to common sense, and thus I find my life is an after school special.
Today is no exception.
Oh, it began like every other day. I began my ride to work, pink car gleaming in the sunshine and tunes blasting up out of my sunroof. I got to the exit where I normally switch highways. The exit was blocked off because of Vice President Chaney’s motorcade was driving through.
My car at a complete halt on the highway, I scanned the horizon. I didn’t see a motorcade, only police officers. I waited for a while but as I sat there my impatience grew. I reached up to brush the hair out of my face and my hand caught in its tangled mess. I shouldn’t keep my hair down with the windows and sunroof open. “Humm†I thought to myself. Then I had a brilliant idea. My gym bag was in the trunk of my car with a hairbrush in it. As long as we were stopped I could get it.
I opened the door and stepped out onto the highway in my bare feet. I didn’t get to open my trunk. A police man came running out of no where with his gun pointed at me and told me to step away from my car. Many more followed him. They told me to put my hands behind my head and patted me down, which wasn’t easy considering I am wearing a floor length skirt. I tried to explain that my hairbrush was in my trunk but they still had their guns on me as they searched my car. The reaction of the cars around me would have been amusing if I wasn’t terrified to have so many guns pointed at me.
They did find my hairbrush, and some gym clothes. There were no guns or explosives or whatever else they thought I might be hiding, although they did question me about my passport which was in my purse. I also had my Hebrew homework on the passenger seat. That didn’t help my case. I told them I wasn’t a killer just an idiot. They weren’t amused. The Vice Presidents car passed and they let me go, although a police car did follow me all the way to work.
Another lessoned learned. The hard way.
And that my friends, is why my blog is called my life as an after school special.
