The long day was finally over and now I was ready to start my commute home. On a “good” day I can get home in 45 minutes, but I could already tell from the back-up on the freeway onramp it was going to be a bad traffic day. I sigh as I wait in line to hit the light just to get onto the freeway. Not sure why it’s called a freeway? Most times I am going 60 mph or less. As I complain in my head about traffic, and too many people and cars on the road, I chuckle to myself. I’m starting to sound like my parents! I find my driving playlist and I am ready to go. I’m singing along to Footloose when I finally get merge onto the freeway at 5 mph. Woo hoo!
About 30 minutes in and I am now completely stopped. According to google maps, the 91 freeway is completely red for another 7 miles. UGH. I wish I hadn’t forgot my driving shoes this morning. Usually I’ll wear my tennis shoes or sandals when I’m driving, and then change into my heels when I get to work. I had been running late this morning and forgot to bring my extra pair. I have done this before, and tried driving home with bare feet, but that didn’t work out so well last time. I need to just keep an extra pair in the car. That would make the most sense, but I like to do everything the hard way. I open the visor and look in the mirror to check the status of the pimple on my chin. Every time I inspect the dumb thing, I swear it has grown. Yep, there it is. In all of its beautiful red glory. My concealer has rubbed off again and the red menace beams.
I smile into the mirror and notice a speck of something sitting between one of my front teeth and the tooth next to it. I try and pop it out with my fingernail, but it’s not budging. Stubborn little bastard. I continue to keep my eyes on the road. Nope, nothing new to report. Some guy in a creepy minivan fires off his horn every couple of minutes. I guess just to let us know he is still there and still an asshole. We know guy, we know. I grab my purse on the passenger seat and find my floss in one of the zipper compartments. I knock the annoying piece of whatever out with the floss on the first try. I carefully examine the floss to identify the foreign object. It’s a tiny black dot. A flake of pepper maybe? Oh, maybe it was from my sandwich at lunch today. Or, maybe remnants of the oreo cookies I had for dessert?
Oh my God! I’ve had this crap in my teeth since after lunch. I had that 5-minute conservation with the cute new guy in the copy room after lunch. I was flirting and smiling. I thought he was smiling and laughing with me, but it was probably at me. How embarrassing. He was probably thinking, why is this girl with the grotesque teeth and gigantic pimple talking to me? I’ll just avoid him until the pimple goes away and then start over. Maybe he’ll forget. Or maybe he is telling all of his friends the story about the witch that was flirting with him at work today? I hate traffic! I just sit here with too many thoughts in my head. I find Footloose again on my playlist and start singing along.