Thursday then found me darting out to return books to the library on their due date, fifteen minutes before closing. I'm wearing a giant claw clip in my hair that has inadvertently made me look like Snooki, minus the G, and with a less orangey T...and let's admit it, I had been playing outside with Whit, so the L was a little lacking as well. I had on black dress socks from the funeral I had attended, and was wearing khaki short shorts and a bright red tank top that I had thrown on earlier after madly stripping out of my wool and silk frock that had turned me into a human Hot Pocket.
All the way there I was praying for a drive-up drop box. I mean, we live in the 21st century, certainly the library has a drive-up box like the post office has had for decades, right? Nope. Ok, well, it was 8:45 at night, so of course there would be parking near the door, right? Nah ehn. Not to be discouraged, I stepped out of my car and briskly walked to the drop box far away on the horizon. Only one person off in the distance getting in her car - I was going to make it unseen. Just then I found myself in front of a giant open conference room window...with a whole group of thirty-somethings FACING THE WINDOW. It was my moment to shine, and I strutted by them (twice) with pride, owning my "People of Walmart" look.
And that, my friends, is how I went from tip top to flop in 24 hours.
