It's time I wrote this story down, even though I think it's better in person, but I've had a couple people ask me to write it and that's what I'm here for...to appease you. It happened just over a year ago so I have given myself enough time and space from all involved parties that if they should ever read this they'll merely chuckle and never reach out to me to let me know it is them I am writing about.
On with it then.
I had recently split from ex-boyfriend, I was unemployed and needed to find something to fill my time. I had always wanted to learn how to knit - you'll just have to believe me when I tell you I'm not an 80 year old woman. It gets harder to believe when I tell you about my mad Jeopardy skills, I know. Anyway, a friend of mine said she would teach me to knit and we started a group called KWA or, Knitters With Attitude, if you will. After a little while I became more comfortable as a knitter and one weekday I came up with a project idea and headed down to the craft and fabric store in the SODO district of Seattle.
It was late enough in the day that I knew better than to go out in public without eating. I hurriedly gathered my supplies with a rumbly tummy, keeping my temper in check when the gal at the register wanted to talk all about my knitting projects and examined everything in my basket with such curiosity. After an eternity, I got to the car, and decided that I could not continue on with my day until I either murdered someone or ate something. I went with the latter, obviously.
4th Ave in SODO is littered with fast food places. Based on the title of this entry, I don't need to tell you where I decided to go. You can make your own judgments. Looking at the time, I started mapping out which ways to get back to West Seattle without A) people seeing my eat my shame burger and B) ...Nope, you know what? A is good enough.
I get up to the top of the West Seattle Bridge and at the light get in the left turn lane. I'm stopped there for a minute and I am going to town on the shame burger. I look over to my right and the most beautiful man I have ever seen is staring at me, smiling. Let's just say that he was so ridiculously good looking, my ovaries may have dropped a little. I was horrified. I actually screamed, "NOOOOO! How is that fair?!" and watched as he laughed. The light changed and he went straight through it, while the guy behind me had to honk at me to get me to snap out of my disbelief.
I could end this entry on the note that I have written off shame burgers all together, but it's not true. My last road trip to the Eastern side of the state involved them. But I had my navigator with me to ease the weight of the shame. She's not so judgey.
