I was making a casserole so that we'd have supper when we got home from church and lunch for the rest of the week. Mark was already at the church building setting up a volleyball net so I was home alone.
The chicken was boiling, the sauce heating up nicely... it was all coming together great. (It was exceptional actually, being that I have a brand new stove since the last one caught fire on Easter... That's for another post.)
Out of no where there's a knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and Mark wouldn't knock, so I was a little hesitant due to my attire. I came home, through on some jeans and taken off my poncho leaving me with a really tight spaghetti strap undershirt. I would never go out into public with just this on. I was debating on whether to answer the door, but then again it could be the plumber to fix the leaking bathtub (that has now produced a busted water bubble in the ceiling downstairs).
I decided to answer the door.
There's a boy in a red jersey standing there.
"Is Chase here?"
"Nope, sorry. I think you have the wrong apartment."
"Ok."
Back to the kitchen to tend to the casserole, thinking about that kid. When I was his age I thought 25 year olds were so much older and cooler than me. I wondered what this kid thought, how this kid perceived me. My thought process was rudely interrupted by a another knock at the door. This time there's two boys.
The older of the two asks:
"Did a boy in a red shirt come by here?"
"Yeah."
"Which way did he go?"
"That way." I said, pointing to my left (the kid's right.)
So about five minutes later I realized the clock on the microwave is 45 minutes behind... Luckily I managed to get to church and only be 15 minutes late.
On my way out the door to the car, the two boys (united at last) were playing across the driveway and down a little ways.
Red Jersey: "Hey, I found him!" he yells.
"Ok. Great!" I holler back.
Red Jersey walks behind a car, I can't see him anymore... and then I hear:
"You're hot!!!"
I saved my laugh for the drive to the building. I didn't respond to him cause I wasn't sure what to say. What would you say? Thanks? It cracked me up. Guess I know what the kid thinks of me now... kinda weird actually.
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The neighborhood hottie - CONGRATS!
I swear, Ram, you should never have to take the groceries in yourself the rest of the time you LIVE there!
Great post!
awww that is precious!
Nah - Mark's probably all, "Don't I know it!" Probably braggin to his buddies at work.
Gah, I told you over and over, but noooo I get the "Im a hideous ugly beast" lecture over and over. Toooooooold yooooooooooooooooooou...least its not Driggers this time. I wanna sock that guy.
Interesting. My friend had the same experience, minus the hot part. I guess some little boy in a Calgary Flames (red) Jersey ran past her and then people were looking for him two minutes later.
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