Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Today I am grateful for my perfect world. We drove home from Wisconsin on Sunday and Monday. Thankfully there was no bad weather and driving through Chicago was a breeze.
After a 14 hour day we fell into bed exhausted at the gorgeous hotel in Youngstown, Ohio. Neither of us were looking forward to getting back in the car for another 5-6 hour drive so we dragged our asses in the morning, especially me. When on a road trip, we stop for a lot of pee breaks. It’s okay because while Himself is doing his business, I rest my eyes and even nap a little. But sometimes even I have to go.
Walking out of a rest area in Pennsylvania, I noticed three young men standing at the open trunk of their cram-packed car. They were eating fruit and drinking water, which I thought was interesting. They were also of three completely different ethnicities, which I found encouraging. One was tall, skinny and black with boinky, short dreads; one was a pudgy Asian with poker straight bangs; and the other was a very short Hispanic, with gorgeous wavy hair. Once a hairdresser always a hairdresser. I noticed the hair right off. But I also noticed something else.
They were laughing. A lot. And having fun, fiddling with some device to get the music going. By the time it was playing at a decent decibel, I was at my car. They started dancing, watching me as I was about to get in behind the wheel. They watched me as though wondering if I was going to tell them to turn it down and knock it off.
They weren’t very good dancers. . .nothing “So You Think You Can Dance?” about these three. Their feet moved a little and so did their arms. Hips not so much. I paused at my open car door. Himself was already in the passenger seat.
I wish you could have seen their faces when I broke into a well-timed, if a little bit frantic dance, behind my car. . .with them. . .in the parking lot of a rest area! “Hey Mama!” they yelled, clapping and laughing as I gave them my best moves. . .not great, but I think they learned a few! The moment lasted maybe 30 seconds.
Before pulling out I lowered my window and said, “You guys made my day. You really made my day!” They jumped up and waved as though they were bringing in a plane on a runway, and said, “You made ours!!!”
Driving away, bawling, of course, I realized that this was the world I want to live in. . .where three young guys of very different cultures, can have a goofy moment with a too-white old lady at a public rest area. That’s my perfect world.