fiesta plate

Had one of those “resting bitch face crack” moments today, and I’ll explain. 

So I’m on my way to Target to get Beth some flowers. She was having a bad day, and I know sunflowers make her smile, so yeah, flower run! I’m on my way over when this car whips behind me and starts following REALLY close. Like, uncomfortably close. Not close enough to tailgate but close enough you notice and kind of grip your wheel a little tighter in anticipation for SOMETHING. This car followed me the two miles to Target hot on my ass. I don’t speed up. I don’t slow down. I go at my pace. Pull into the parking lot, turn off my car, pop open my door and roll out. Wouldn’t you know it, the same car that’s been following me swings into an open space a little ways down. This woman rolls out. We make eye contact, but I don’t say anything, keep my RBF firmly in place because idk what this chick’s problem is but I wanted no part of it.

“Hey, excuse me!” I hear as I turn away. Great. What now? I turn slowly, coiled tight, ready for something. Lady jogs up to me, points at my car and says, “I just wanted to tell you that car IS AWESOME!”

And there goes my resting bitch face, fracturing into a wide smile cause I just found a fellow nerd who found the need to follow me into a parking lot JUST to tell me my car was cool (for those of you that don’t know, I drive a green Fiesta with Wicked plates, Dr. Who plate frame, Ghostbusters and Harry Potter decals, and a Dalek on each window. I am a NERD)