Embarrassed and sore
I was walking the dogs today — something I do every morning for about 45 minutes. It’s good for them and good for me too. To give a bit back to the community I always bring an old plastic grocery bag with me and pick up trash on the side of the road.
Well, this morning, as I was bent over the ditch on the side of the road reaching for a piece of plastic nearly out of my reach, this gorgeous hunk of a man walks up behind me and says, “Can I help?” If that had been you, you’d have smiled at him and said, “Yes, can you reach that piece of trash for me?”
What did I do?
I didn’t hear him coming and when he spoke the first word I jumped out of my skin, fell in the ditch and got covered in disgusting muddy goo. I’m probably known as “the old rubbish lady” to the neighborhood and I have no idea what this guy must think of me. There I sat with my ass half on pointy rocks and half in the mud. He apologized for frightening me and helped me up but that didn’t do much for my dignity.
That’s how my day started. Was yours any better?
Your description is interesting to me. I waited for my bus for a long time this morning in a snow day. It took me around one hour to arrive at the office. Usually, I need 30 minutes to the office. Wish you a good day.:)
Could the hunk have done more to let you know he was in the area before speaking to you? Maybe there was too much noise from the road, but in a situation like that, I’d want to be real sure I’m not going to spook the other person when I say hello.
In spite of the muck and the goo, if that kind of scene was in a movie, they’d call it “meeting cute.” Hope you can smile about it eventually.