I'm not exactly sure how to explain this.
You know those moments when something completely random and unexpected happens and you can't help but smile? Those totally odd moments in time when you just have to stop and say "What? Are you kidding me with this?"
I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about, but I love these moments. Let me try to explain with an example:
A year or so ago I was driving down the street on my way home from school when I quickly put on the brakes. [It's important to know at this point that I have a huge fear of someday hitting an animal with my car. It scares me to death when cats and dogs run into the road and it would be the absolute worst thing that could happen to me if I actually ever hit one.]
Well, on this particular day I came to a halt because a rooster was standing on the edge of the street and it appeared to be considering making a run for it. This was no random little side street, mind you, this was a main city street and to this day, I cannot imagine where that rooster came from or how it ended up there, but that's not the point.
So, I slowed to a stop(no one was behind me) and looked at this rooster. It stepped off of the side walk and began crossing slowly in front of my car. When it got directly in front of my car it stopped and slowly turned its head and looked right at me. It stared for a second before turning around and walking back towards the sidewalk from whence it came. Once it was safely back on the step, I continued on my way, but it cracked me up. Where did that rooster come from and where was it going?
See what I mean? I love random things like that . They take my day from mundane to interesting. I also love random comments from people that make little or no sense. Don't judge me, but I actually started writing these kind of things down in a notebook. There is not much in it yet, but someday there will be page after page of random-ness that will(hopefully) still be funny months from now. Here are some recent ones:
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A few months ago, I was sitting on the front porch with my little sisters on a Sunday afternoon when a man walked down the street playing Mariachi music on a guitar. He was just strolling along our residential street, playing upbeat music and humming to himself. -
My mom made tacos last week, and when I pulled the plastic lid off of the sour cream container, the foil underneath had a picture of a bright green lime and these words: "If life gives you limes, just rearrange the letters and return a smile."Okay, not
that bad of a quote, right? But why on sour cream? What does that really have to do with sour cream? It makes no sense - I love it!
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I gave my brother and his friends a ride home from a church dance a couple of weeks ago and I overheard one of his friends say: "I had the craziest dream last night! I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were a bottle of mayonnaise...which is really weird, because usually in my dreams you're mustard."What?!? Usually you're mustard? You've had this dream before? Do you often dream of condiments?
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The reason I have been thinking of this today and decided to post about it was first of all, because I practically never post anything and Lindsay is probably ready to give up on me, and secondly, I witnessed the most random of all random things today.
I was sitting at the conference table at work today with my cousin while my boss was telling a long and ridiculously boring story and I was half listening in case he asked me a question, and half day dreaming about something most likely ridiculous, when he abruptly stopped talking. His sudden and unusual silence broke me out of my daydream in fear that he actually had asked me a question and I had missed it. I jerked my head up, expecting to see him looking questioningly at me, but instead found him staring out the window in wonder.
He told me that I had to see what was going on out there, so I moved around the table so that I could get a clear view out the window. What I saw there was very surprising indeed. [I think it is important to note here that I work in a very nice office building in a large complex of very nice office buildings. Its full of lawyers, accountants, and insurance places, all very serious, and all very boring.]
Standing in the parking lot was a women dressed in black pants and a teal shirt talking to a woman wearing...a gorilla suit. Yes, you read that right, a gorilla suit. And not just any gorilla suit, I am talking head to toe black shaggy fur gorilla suit. The woman was covered in fur from wrist to wrist and all the way to her ankles. She was even wearing feet and gloves, and the look would have been complete except that she had the mask pushed up on top of her head. She and the other woman were just standing there calmly, seemingly having a nice chat.
I don't know that I could ever have a serious conversation with someone dressed in a gorilla suit, and I rather hope that I never get the opportunity. It may be entertaining, but is also slightly disturbing.
And that, my friends, is why I am told that I am way too easily amused. What can I say? If women dressed in gorilla suits having casual conversations or dumb quotes on containers of sour cream don't make you laugh, what does? Because these strange moments keep me entertained and make my life worth living sometimes. After all, what fun would life be without completely random thoughts and situations to break up the monotony?
The problem? Well, for starters, I am running out of shelf space, and I tend to buy faster than I can read. So, I should just stop right? Sadly, "I...can't...help...myself."( Ten points to anyone who knows that movie quote.)
