Last night, I was sitting in a truck stop, reading a book, talking on the phone and waiting for Ed to finish up whatever he was doing with the truck.
I am dirty from tarping the load (ugh, work), I'm sweating my ass off (no air conditioning in the truck - it broke) and I smelled like a homeless man's armpit (from working, being dirty and having no A/C in the truck).
My sweaty mop of hair is on the top of my head, being held out of my eyes by four grandma like bobby pins as I try to cool off with a icy diet coke.
As I'm talking to my best friend on the phone, this frail little old lady in a wheelchair is deposited next to my table by one of her family members. I glance over and give her a little smile.
She says to me, "I like your purse. Where did you get that?"
I say, "Target."
"Oh, it's lovely."
I continue my conversation on the phone when she speaks again. "Do they sell lottery tickets here?"
"I don't know," I answer "I haven't seen a sign anywhere. Maybe in the travel store." She seems satisfied with that answer. I go back to my phone call.
Again, I hear her voice, "Are you on TV?"
Thinking she might be confused with newfangled technology like cell phones that have little screens on them and possibly mistook my phone for a tiny TV, I answered "No, I"m on the phone."
So she says, "No. Are you on TV??" as if I were some star hiding out at a truck stop, sporting bad hair and a smelly t-shirt to throw off the paparazzi.
I laughed and said with a smile, "Ohhh. No, I'm not on TV, but that would be nice, wouldn't it?" She nodded and smiled as if she agreed.
Chuckling to myself, I thought, either her vision is failing her, she watches a lot of reality television or she doesn't get out much. And exactly which TV show did she envision me on anyway??