01 February 2006

I'm Too Old For This

Last night I had a breakthrough. I realized I’m too old, too mature, too tired, too something to be really embarrassed. It all began with an unreturned phone call. When I got home from work on Monday, there was a voicemail message from my previously unknown home teacher introducing himself, saying he lived a few floors above my roommate and I, and asking that we call him back to schedule a visit, preferably before Tuesday night. Well, Monday and Tuesday were filled with things to do and crises to deal with and the call never got returned.

Last night I had an appointment to get my car serviced and I decided I should keep my momentum going and headed to the gym. I got back just in time to shower before my favorite guilty pleasure, Supernatural, came on. I attempted to watch the State of the Union address, but the President’s overly-smug attempts at humor and his shifty little eyes made me realize I was making a face similar to Senator Clinton’s and that really isn’t a good thing. So I watched Supernatural with a towel wrapped around my head like a turban, wearing my flannel pajama pants and an old t-shirt. Halfway through the show, there was a knock on the door.

Not thinking, I went, in all my post-shower glory, to answer the door. Well, it was my new home teacher who seemed very uncomfortable for reasons I didn’t grasp at that moment. He stuttered something about catching me at a bad time and made his escape after I told him Sunday afternoons were really the best times to catch my roommate and I. After I shut the door and went back to the television, I realized why he was uncomfortable. I had a good laugh at the vision I must have been with the towel-turban headdress, the cumulus cloud pajama pants and bare feet. I do wonder if he will ever have the courage to approach me again. Which is sad, because he seemed like a nice guy.

4 comments:

Missy said...

I figure if you come to my door unannounced you get what comes, but who doesn't love turban head?

Scully said...

Especially when you come unannounced at 8:45pm. Parker, my roommate, was already in bed fighting a cold. And he had come in jeans and a t-shirt with Brooklyn written on it, but he had put on a suit jacket and had his scriptures. The whole scenario is hilarious to visualize! It just makes me giggle.

Unknown said...

LOL! That's great! We gotta keep those hometeachers on their toes anyway right...? I also reserve the right to look exactly how I want to in my own house anyway!

Scully said...

That. Was Awesome CherBear. It wasn't like you were rude, but you would have said the same thing if someone had called on the phone. Dinner should be eaten uninterrupted. At least that is my opinion. And when I was growing up, if people stopped by and saw we were eating, they would say, 'Oh, you are having dinner, we'll come back later.' Like normal people