Pull Up A Chair

Following his thousand yard stare to the left, I catch site of a young man not four feet from the driver's side door, holding a phone book. A look of sheer delight and a little bit of embarrassment crosses the teenager's face as my eyes meet his.

As reality rears it's ugly head, I am suddenly aware that I am a housewife/writer who has a husband, two children and a little extra packaging in my rear end. I can feel the blush creeping up my neck and I'm wondering if it's a hot flash or if I am really as mortified as one would be if they got caught head banging in their driveway by an unsuspecting phone company worker.

Mustering all of the dignity I can, I flash the guy what I perceive to be the brilliant smile of that long ago teenager.  I crank up the radio even louder because lo and behold, it's a "two-fer" and "Pour Some Sugar On Me" is starting.

I look at my son and say with the sternest of voices, "If you want to play the X-Box today, you had better start banging that head of yours now."

With a wave and a grin, mother and son pull out of the driveway,head banging all the way.