While at the post office yesterday (sorry, jaek. I didn't actually mail your prize until yesterday. *grovels at your feet*), I stood in line behind what I lovingly call the Postage ATM. I love the Postage ATM because technophobes won't go anywhere near it. That means shorter lines. Woot!
The gentleman in front of me was just finishing up as I walked in. He turned and smiled... initiated some small talk and lingered a little more than my comfort level with strange men would allow. Finally, he left and I started my transaction. I then hear another guy come in behind me... he was on his cell phone, I guessed, as I couldn't actually see him. I could hear him "Mm hmm"ing and "Noooo"ing to the person on the other end of the line. I could also hear him slurping on what I guessed was a piece of candy or something.
After a few seconds, he walks around to my right side and just starts staring at me. He's still on his phone, and now, from the corner of my eye, I can barely make out that he is, in fact, slurping on a lollipop. As I am trying to hurriedly finish my transactions, he's really starting to creep me out! Creepy lollipop guy won't stop STARING at me. So fine. Whatever. I'm a little cute.* But guys do not follow me around post offices as a general rule. I'm really starting to get creeped out, but I have not actually looked up and made eye contact yet.
So, I muster up the courage to return the staring... and hope I can use my most evil, crusty teacher stare to make him go away... and as I look up, I realize .... it's my brother. Laughing. his. ASS. off! I'm acting all weird, and he's been trying to catch my attention for 2 to 3 minutes now.
Yeah. I'm pretty much an idiot.
*I don't really think this about myself, so no lectures on vanity or conceit, please. The Farm Boy, who is a major hottie (and yes, I know he reads this now, but it's still true), does tell me this on occasion.