Being out and about.

When I finally got to the point where my home could not contain me anymore, I made the decision to test the waters and venture out into the real world. Once I started going out, crossing that threshold became easier and easier.

On one occasion out, I was going to go shopping for a pair of pantyhose at a local Walgreens store. I was in a great mood, playing with my hair and checking out my makeup in my rear view mirror, reapplying my lipstick at a stop light, when all of the sudden I heard it. HONK HONKKKK ! I didn't know where it was coming from. Again, HONK HONKKKK !!!

Frantically I started looking in my mirrors, over my shoulders, everywhere. Was I spotted ? Has someone caught me ? What am I going to tell my wife ? I thought that was it. I'm dead. Game over.

As the light turned green I heard it again HONKKKKK !!! I looked in the lane next to me and there it was. A giant dump truck with the hairiest, tattooed covered construction worker you could imagine.

Now the one thing you should know about me is that when I go out, I love to show off my curves. The tighter the blouse the better is my motto. Hey, what can I say, I like to show off the GIRLS.

So on that sunny, humid weekday morning while driving down the boulevard, this dusty, bulky construction worker pulls up next to this curvaceous hottie in a SUV. Only God knows what was on this guy's mind. He started to make this motion for me to follow him and believe me, at this point I am freaking out a little. I kept on thinking " this guy really thinks I am real. A real woman. A woman with a huge RACK ! "

I started to think to myself " ok Joanna. Be calm. What do I do now ? ". My heart was racing. First off, I am straight. I am flattered he is honking but I am not that type of girl !

As we moved down the highway, I cocked my head to look up at him, put on a cute little grin, and with two of my fingers I gave him the girliest little wave as possible. I made the next left and he continued down the highway and I hope he remembers to this day the red head in the SUV with the rack at the stop light. Trust me, I will never forget it.

( Writers note : The events in this story are all true. They all happened within a 2 minute span. It has taken you longer to read it than it was for me to live it. The moral of this little ditty; Always be prepared for whatever happens and look your best. Do the little things that will make the big picture complete. And always remember, truckers like big racks. Thus endth the lesson girls )

Best Wishes
Joanna R.