Heart Stopped…Beating Again

I’m sitting in Chick-fil-A (Holy Fast Food). They have free wi-fi – which is awesome. They have plugs in the wall next to their booths which is even awesomer (is that a word?).

So I look up from my Mac and what you are about to read only took about 3 seconds in real time but might as well been an eternity.

I see a grey sweatshirt that says Abilene Christian University. Hey, that’s cool! Mainly because I went to Hardin-Simmons in Abilene and knew some folks that went there.

I then notice that the wearer of said sweatshirt has red hair.

She is also a she.

And she is short.

And holding a child.

She’s standing at an odd angle. Can’t get a good look at her face.

I notice that my heart has stopped beating.

I look closer, keeping the fake ficus tree between me and the red-head.

Heart resumes beating realizing it’s not HER.

HER would be my high school sweetheart. Who happen to drive a red Porsche and have season tickets to the Broncos. Have I mentioned that we haven’t talked in 20 years because of the wonderful way we broke up?

And yes…I was a jerk.

And yes, I’m completely different now but….how do you prove that in 3 seconds?

3 thoughts on “Heart Stopped…Beating Again

  1. I’m pretty sure most everyone has that person. The one who they were a total jerk to 10 or 20, maybe 50 years ago and they live in fear of having to explain it all these years later.

  2. MikeS says:

    I’m sorry, but this is sooooo stinkin’ funny. I just keep seeing this weird look on your face – jaw dropped, eyes focused then searching, mind racing. .

  3. I was searching and mind was racing…

    Amy asked me later – what would you have done if it had been her?

    Acted like I had no idea who she was.

    “Grant? Grant English? Never heard of him. My name is Deitrich and I’m a florist.”

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