The Universe Is Bored Again
Sweet baby Jesus, now what?
Wednesday, I’m in the back seat of the car, because yes, I have it like that. Black cars with drivers take me to and fro. #nohate
We’re sitting at a stop sign and I hear:
With all my heart, I love you baby Stay with me, and you will see my arms will hold you, baby Never leave, ’cause I believe I’m in love
Sweet love hear me callin’ out your name I feel no shame; I’m in love Sweet love, don’t you ever go away It’ll always be this way
Your heart has called me closer to you I will be all that you need Just trust in what we’re feeling Never leave, ’cause baby, I believe In this love
Sweet love hear me callin’ out your name I feel no shame; I’m in love Sweet love, don’t you ever go away It’ll always be this way
There’s no stronger love in this world, Oh, baby, no You’re my man; I’m your girl I’ll never go. Wait and see, can’t be wrong Don’t you know this is where you belong?
How sweet this dream, how lovely, baby Stay right here, never fear I will be all that you need Never leave, ’cause baby, I believe In this love
Sweet love hear me callin’ out your name I feel no shame; I’m in love Sweet love, don’t you ever go away It’ll always be this way
Oh no no no no no (Sweet Love)
So sweet So sweet So sweet
Oh baby no, sweet love (Sweet Love) Oh no no no no no no (Sweet Love) Don’t nobody know how sweet it is (Sweet Love)
To the driver: “Damn I haven’t heard that song in years!”
Driver: “Right?” as she laughed and smiled.
Me: “I’m talking cassette tapes era here!”
My mind drifts back to the early 90s. When things in many respects were a hella lot simpler then. Michael and I were engaged (Yes, that Michael) and living together in Laurel, Maryland. He kept playing this homemade cassette tape over and over and over again. I had asked him about it but was given some lame answer. So I let it ride.
For the time being.
Needless to say, I didn’t need to have Einstein on speed dial in order to figure out what was up. I pulled out the kitchen trash can and removed the top. I grabbed the cassette tape and a pair of scissors. Let the cutting begin.
SNIP-SNIP-SNIP-SNIP-SNIP-SNIP-SNIP-SNIP-SNIP-SNIP-SNIP-SNIP-SNIP until every last sliver of the tape had been cut up.
“Let’s see you glue that sh*t back together” as I slide the trash can back in its place with the plastic cassette cover sitting right on top where it could be seen by You Know Who.
Of course, he saw it and he asked me about it. And of course, I told him exactly what I thought about it too.
Fast forward to now
I’m at PT and this dude walks in the front door. The sun is behind him so I can’t see his face. I can see that he is dressed head to toe in Pittsburg Steelers gear. He’s eyeballing me. Not really but staring at me like… I can’t describe it. I must have given him my patent, “Can I help you?” bitch face because he finally found somewhere else to relocate his eyes to.
He ended up in a seat in the waiting area where he had his back to me. He kept popping up and peeping over the half-wall like a Jack-in-the-Box. Great. Now I’m going to need a bodyguard to go to PT. FK.
Now the PTs were gracious enough (Yes, I’m being a smart @$$ here) about seating Mr. Eyes to my right. I keep looking around for my tech. Then our eyes meet. He gives me the “howdy” head nod. Uh-huh. Head nod right backatcha as I keep looking for my tech.
“As God as my witness” to quote a famous movie, this dude looked JUST LIKE MICHAEL.
If I’m lying I’m flying. The last time I saw him was in the DC metro area. Last I heard he was working at a hospital in Baltimore. Now here he is in MY part of Maryland?
Aw hell naw.