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. 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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