Waiting

From time to time in my life span I become boring. Such is this time.
I'm watching my cute little nephew, Alex all day.
I just love this kid.

Not much to tell. I was kinda busy...kinda-sorta-not really, but kinda this weekend. You would have had to be here. (shrugs)

So because I have no new exciting something to post, I will dig back in the recesses of my mind (which is at recess most of the time).

(My best friend is going to kill me if she finds out I posted about this, LOL. But she doesn't have access to the net right now...so it's cool.)

I was...okay, maybe I still am...a complete dork growing up.
I was a popular dork, but a dork non-the-less.
All of my friends were dorks too.

[Let me explain the "dork" label a moment.
Dorks aren't their own category, but a sub-category.
You could be a prep & a dork...catching on?]

I've never fit into any category, but the sub-dork one.
I hung out with a couple of preps, some jocks, and some losers (they had the best smoke).
No...even I made fun of the nerds.
Come on...they're NERDS!

I'm getting off on a tangent. Sorry.

My Dad used to drop us girls off at the Mall from time to time.
We'd see movies, play games, window shop, and try and loose my little sister.
(LOL...sorry about that Smokey, but it was a fun game back then. And I believe you played it with me once or twice.)

This time it was just my best friend Tracy and me.
We'd gone to see a movie and do some shopping.
We were going to meet my Dad at the back entrance of the mall at 2 or 3 that afternoon
(It was years ago...my mind is fuzzy on the specific details).

The thing was, we had a good hour and a half to wait for him and had spent everything we had while we were there...even our last quarter.
There for calling home and having him come get us early wasn't an option.
Not that it bothered us, because we were like 13 and 14 and could find something to occupy us for a while.

Tracy had an idea.
We knew some one who worked at the wal-mart attached at the end of the mall and decided to shoe polish their car...if we could find it.
(Don't look down on me, but we always carried shoe polish for just such an emergency.)
So we were wandering around the huge parking lot at the front of the mall.
Much to our dismay we found the car, but somebody had beat us to the shoe-polishing!
And so we made our way back across the parking lot.

On our way back to the west end of the mall we bumped into a "gaggle of Mexicans."
We're from Shawnee, so it's not like this didn't happen all the time.
LOL, the white population of that town was about 1/3.

The one guy was H-O-T!
Like, he gave us some "spicy Spanish dreams" for a week!

Looking back on this...what we did next was a really bad idea.
We could've been raped, killed, or something along those lines.

They said they had some change back in their van.
It never occurred to us to worry and so we followed.

They did indeed have a quarter for us to call home (now-a-days it's like 50 cents isn't it?).
And we chatted a little.

The only two out of the four I remember were the ones who were really talking with us.
Only one of them spoke English so he was the translator.
His name (or nic-name...we didn't ask) was Boney.
Boney had the biggest ugliest fro I have ever seen.
(Trust me, I've seen my fair share!)
The really H-O-T guy's name was Alfredo.
(Like the pasta? Yeah, we chuckled hard for a minute or two.)

I was really bumbed that the hot guy was into my friend Tracy.
Blondes are supposed to have more fun, DAMN IT.
Boney seemed to have the hots for me...but that wasn't going to happen in a million years. (Thank GOD my Dad taught self-defense...I know enough to castrate a man, LOL.)

Alfredo would talk to Tracy who in turn had to look to Boney for translation.

"He says you have beautiful eyes." GAG ME!

Hehehe...
My friend does have very pretty eyes...it's a fact and with the long almost black hair she is stunning.
Then there's me with my dirty-blonde hair and greenish-hazel eyes.

They didn't try anything and we left with two #'s.
I promptly threw mine away, but Tracy kept hers and called Alfredo from time to time.
It was long distance by the way and she almost got in trouble for that, but blamed it on her Mom's boyfriend who took her punishment.

What got me was that she spent time with this guy on the phone...
He didn't speak English and I know Tracy doesn't speak Spanish.

When I'd ask her she'd just respond, "It's not what he says, it's the way he says it!"

LOL...we were so bad.