Off I was on my date.
Bob and I left my apartment to go out to dinner. I was grateful he parked in front of my building so we didn't have far to walk. Not a word was said in my hallway, walking down my steps, heading towards the car. He didn't even tell me which car was his, he just pointed. I waited for him to unlock the door for me and the very first thing I see is a large, black, rubber rat sitting on the dashboard. The kind people use around Halloween as decoration but it wasn't Halloween. It had white teeth and little nubby claws in front of his sneering rat face. This would be a great moment to explain how much I hate... yes, hate rodents. They make me want to scream and run around in circles. I will jump on furniture to get away from them. I have even cried on occasion. My mother thinks it started when my uncle thought it was funny to turn his leather gloves inside out and toss them at me. Nothing like nice, relaxing torture to pass the time.
Back to Bob... I looked at him and said I would not get in the car with that thing in there. He laughed... Not a good thing to laugh at your date, especially if that date is ME. I repeated I would NOT get in the car. He said he always has it in his car. Like that's supposed to change my mind. I wasn't asking him to take down a sacred photo of Jesus or something. It was a nasty rubber rat!
Finally, annoyed, he took the rat and tossed it in the backseat. I said the backseat wasn't far enough away. He asked what he was supposed to do with it. I said the trunk would be okay. I was just trying to be difficult, hoping he refused, this way I could go back upstairs and do ANYTHING else but go on this date. But, instead he took the rat and put it in the trunk. I get in the car and the ceiling, the sun visors and the dash are covered in buttons and stickers. Each quoting Beavis and Butthead, Wayne's World and Bart Simpson. He was in his thirties. I laughed along with each of those characters at times too. But, This was not normal.
It was going to be a long night...
About Me
- Lady Sage
- Harlem, New York, United States
- At a very young age I knew I wanted to do anything that involved getting my "opinion" on life out there. I would tell true stories and made up stories. I would sing and dance. I would conduct interviews and draw pictures. I just needed an outlet. My plans were to become a talk show host, until one day my mother pointed out that it would mean I'd have to do a lot of listening too. I realized talk show host wasn’t really going to work since what I really wanted was to talk and have people listen. In time I had to admit that I had much more to say than most people had time to listen to. So, I started to keep a journal. My journals helped me to formulate my thoughts and emotions but I still had no audience. Hopefully this blog will give me that audience. Blessed Be
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