Monday started off with me going shopping at Pier 1 with a friend of mine. I was just tagging along, but I loved look at all the shiny pretty things in the store and imagining ways I could use them if I had a house. I didn’t buy anything, but it was still a lot of fun! Then I realized that I actually did need to run some errands and pick up a few things, so I started making my list of things I needed.
After a very quick stop at Pat Catan’s for something I needed for shipping (and found a really cool plant thing as well), I ran to Harbor Freight. I love going there for some cheap batteries when I need them and for other tools like my wire cutters. This time, I needed batteries and zip ties. It was also the most entertaining time I’ve ever had in that store.
While looking at the batteries, two guys walk up to me. One standing a bit down the isle from me watching. The one closest to me said, “Hey, I saw you pull in and I heard your car make a rattling noise every time it hit a bump. I could look at it for you if you’d like.” I just shrugged and said, “Oh, no thanks. I know it’s the heat shield that just rusted out. No big deal.” Then he smiled and said, “Are you sure? I mean, you are a girl.” I stopped, turned, and raised an eyebrow at him. Smiling as sweetly as I could, I replied, “Oh yes, I’m sure and as a girl, I know how to change my own oil, rotate my tires, and I could probably tare down a V8 engine and put it back together again. I was raised by a man who has a large garage and brought me up working on hot rods. By the way, I saw you pull in, too. You have a squeal coming from under the hood and it sounds like you need to change your belt. Just thought you should know.” He started at me, opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, then walked away. His buddy was doubled over in laughter. Finally, he walked over to me, gave me a high five, and told me he couldn’t wait to get back to work to tell his buddies how a girl just put his buddy in his place. I got a kick out of it, too. I love how guys think I don’t know anything about cars. :p
Then, just as I was about to check out, I had one of those, ‘I feel old now’ feelings. The guy in front of me was about my age, probably a little older, and had his two kids with him who look like very early teens. His daughter asked, “Dad, who’s this?” referring to the music playing over the store speakers. He told her it was Green Day. His son then asked, “Who’s Green Day?” I was like, damn. Now I feel old. The dad said the same thing. Parents in their 30’s, teach your kids about music you grew up with. Please?
After that, it was off to the grocery store, then home to get some more work done. I swear, I end up in some weird situations and have some weird moments. I just don’t understand some people. Do any of you ever encounter things like this, weather it be the car guy or the ‘I feel old’ moments?