Monday, July 20, 2009

Ride

I pulled into my driveway from "my" parking space on the street so I could back out and turn around. As I was backing out, a car, I did not recognize, came down the street and parked in "my" space against the curb. I waited a moment to make sure they were not going to inch ahead past my driveway and park in front of the neighbors house. They did not.

I kept my eye on the car as I pulled out. I was trying to see if I recognized the driver but it must have appeared as though I was staring. The other car in "my" space was a shiny blue. It looked brand new. I pulled along the side of the blue vehicle and the driver lowered his window. It was my ex-neighbor. I don't know if ex-neighbor is the right word for it. We didn't break-up or anything. I would say old neighbor but he is not really old. He is my age. When I moved into my house he was in between jobs and lived with his parents, who are my neighbors. He then found a job a few hours away and moved out. So he is my ex-neighbor, or maybe former neighbor works.
Yes, former neighbor.

Anyway, my former neighbor lowered his window and said hello. I was still eyeballing his car because it was all bright and shiny and new and really nice. We exchanged quick pleasantries and I was not really paying attention because I was thinking to myself that he must be doing pretty well with his new gig with the shiny new car and all. He sensed that I was staring and asked if it was okay that he parked in "my" space. I laughed it off and said no-problem. I started to explain that I was staring (you know because I felt weird for staring) because I am familiar with most of the cars that park on the street and I was trying to figure whose car it was. Just then a woman exited from the passenger side of the shiny blue car.

My former neighbor introduced me to the woman.

"Bill," he said, "this is my girlfriend..." He said her name but I don't remember what it was. I was still focused on the car.

I said a quick hello to the woman and then I nodded towards his car, which his girlfriend was standing against, and I asked, "So is that a new ride?"

There was an awkward silence as both my former neighbor and his girlfriend were trying to figure out if I was talking about her.

12 comments:

eclectic said...

Wait, didn't Rihanna have a song about that? Zero to 60 in 3.5 ... shut up and drive. Or something. Heh.

Anonymous said...

Mustang Sally

Melissa said...

you don't even try and these things come out of your mouth.


i am in awe...i think you are my hero!


LOL

Anonymous said...

Speaking of rides. If Lauren were to compare you to a ride, I hope it would not be It's a small world.

creative breathing said...

Love this post William! Lured me in, held my interest, made my laugh in the end! Super! Signed, Your friendly neighborhood stalker!

Mainline Mom said...

Hehe. Here's one link to get you started on the comment you left on my page: http://www.blogher.com/blogger-pr-blackout

As far as your blog goes, the few products that you HAVE promoted have been done well, and it is not often or boring enough to turn me off. Hell, I'd do it too if it were worth it to me.

Bogart in P Towne said...

Classy as always.

James (SeattleDad) said...

And you wonder why he moved away?

Shannon said...
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Shannon said...

thanks for a good chuckle this morning, William!!!

Anonymous said...

Nice paintjob on the blog

gigglepotamus said...

Wowza- nice new look, and kadews to Caren...