What if SHE was our Mom?

Porter dude had the day off. I figured, since he had asked me if I was off this weekend. That just means I shall unfortunately see him tommorrow. I hear his name is Brackenwood or something weird like that. And someone said she thought he was a retired Sheriff from Oahu. Why do old men think they can hit it off with young girls? :P To add to that another one of the porters started being uber friendly with me today. He waved at me when he first arrived to work, something he hadn't done before. Then he started getting friendly and striking up a convo with me when he brought over some bags. "How are you doing today?" etc, etc. Next time he actually bothered to ask my name and stuff. David laughed when I told him and said that the porters must have a bet going to see who can date me first. I had to stay an extra hour today and I called him to tell him and he was like, "Hey, you're not gonna be late cuz you are eating lunch with the porter?" *silence* "Hunh? Whaddya say?" (me teasing) "GRR!" *click* He was teasing me of course too. :) Hehe and like a few weeks ago one of the ladies I work with claimed that one of the TSA guys (Homeland Security) was checking me out. He hasn't actually said much more than "Hi. Good Morning!" so I dunno if she was making it up or not. Oh if only I was so hot. Its a matter of horny older men, really. :P

So I had this bad experience with my car. Again. I seem to be the one who gets all the freak car accidents. I was on my way to David's house and then I noticed that I couldn't turn the wheel very much at all. So all of a sudden, *FREAK MODE ON* (I've been stranded plenty of times, lemme tell ya). This was bizzare. It was like the car was overheating and I was loosing power to the engine at the same time. So instead of pulling over I finished the 1.5/2 miles to get to David's place. I noticed smoke trailing me. It was super hard to turn the wheel. The whole time I was chanting, "Please make it, please make it, please make it..." I made it. I quickly parked in front of his house and turned the engine off. What happened next was smoke, screeching, and me running out of the car freaking out. Then the radiator fluid exploded all over the place. It was like some Xfiles episode, all this green stuff gushing all over. I frantically called my Davy to come out and immediately called my Daddy. Of course everything was too hot to touch so we waited while I explained the situation to my Dad, and then we popped the hood and took a look. The drive belt was off of the track. It was all twisted around in all the wrong places. So that means the fan stopped working and I was in major danger of overheating. The cap for the radiator fuild was popped off, it must have gotten so hot that it boiled over and that was the explosion. My Dad will be coming over tommorrow to look at it. It wasn't as if I hadn't put fluid in and it overheated, just the darn belt coming off the track and how on earth can I prevent that? Man do I ever get the weird ones. I hate cars! Hmm. Howabout I hate SUVS? Thats all I have ever driven...

So then we were hungry and Kerry didn't reply to my phonecall. So 'Eh', we went in his Dad's car to go get Costco hot dogs. I love those damm things. Its a whole meal for me. $1.50 for a meal and all I can drink soda. And then I can look at the best electronic selection on the island. :P (so sad I know) Anyways, David was off getting soda while I was saving a seat in the busy sitting area. A boy and his older sister (prolly 8) were sitting in the next table. There I was, with my Sailor Moon backpack, (the tiny blue vinyl one) and freshly blonde bangs. The little girl pointed at me and said to her brother, "What if *SHE* was our Mom?" Haha. I can take that a number of ways. I must be really cool or something. On the other hand, I must look old enough to be a mother. Flattering and yet unflattering. :P