About five years ago, the ex and I decided to rent out the house I grew up in from my parents. At the time, that seemed like the best decision, and we were so excited and delusional. Five years later, I have realized that it was one of the not so great decisions of my life. A few weeks ago, Matthew and I decided it was time to move on out and find somewhere new. We came to this realization only a few hours before the Game night we were hosting at the house. There was zero time to deal with the anger and frustration, because we had to clean and prepare food. We have been mentally preparing and after viewing place after place we decided to be daring and expand our search.
Yesterday, we took the day off from work. After having a super long brunch with my mom, I picked up Matthew and we headed out. Our first stop: the gas station.
I will begin by saying that I am not nosey, I just think it’s my responsibility as a citizen of this world to know what the fuck is going on. I can’t just sit back and stare at the clouds if I know for a fact…ummm or atleast have a suspicion that something is about to go down.
It is only noon and I am already sweating my Degree off so I lean over to turn the car on a bit and roll down the windows. Matthew is inside paying. I look up and see this huge ass Ford F9500 (I am exagerrating- don’t go google that) trying to turn into the gas station. Driving is this older man (pretty sure he was Mexican) and he is flagging down this young Anglo guy (dressed like he is preparing to backpack through Europe). Then some other young Anglo guy on a bike rides up to the truck. The first guy shakes the drivers hand and jumps inside. The second guy is just talking to the driver outside. At that moment I feel something weird and I turn my face only to find a cold Smart Water an inch away from my nose. Matthew just stares at me with a what-exactly-are-you-doing-smirk.
Matthew: "So tell me Observation Post Denise, what’s the report?"
Me: "Okay, I’ve never seen this. It’s like reverse day laborism!!! The Mexican is picking up the two White guys! The economy must be really bad."
Then I gave him the run down of everything I observed.
Matthew: "You are so nosey babe."
Me: "I AM NOT NOSEY! This is my responsibilty as a citizen of the world. I can’t just stand by while things happen and not know what’s going on. What if I need to call 911? What if someone needs me to save their life? Someday I might witness something crazy and we end up in a witness relocation program. And in the process I saved the goverment or a life. And then you are going to be like, ‘You know what babe, your nosiness serves the greater good.’"
Matthew: "Or you could just not be nosey and we can go on living our lives as normal."
Eh, whatever.
Love Junkie. 