Flirting + Santa = ... wait, what?!?!?
So my mother and I drove my brother and my father up to JFK airport to send them off on their European tour. They'll go for two weeks, and then they'll meet up with me to check everything out in Sweden before they head home.
Well the ride out was largely uneventful... I slept for most of the way, but the ride back I was helping navigate my mother around and through NYC during rush hour. Well for about a half hour we were on a highway and things were slowed to a crawl. Well, our car ended up pulling alongside a truck, and just by chance I looked at the truck and the trucker looked down at us, and he smiled and waved.
Surprised (not because he smiled and waved because I do the same thing) but because he looked like Santa, I smiled and waved back.
For the next thirty minutes we played "tag" on the highway... him pulling ahead and us catching up, and each time I saw him I would smile and wave. Now, this might have been an indication of how bored I was, but I would get pretty excited to see this man when we went by him, and I would be smiling and beaming, and I might have even squealed a little bit once or twice.
My mother commented that it was a real indication of my boredom that I was flirting with a man in traffic that looked like Santa Claus. Luckily, shortly after the traffic picked up again and we were off.
The point of this is, somehow I am really unnerved by the fact that what I was doing was one: possibly considered flirting and two: flirting with Santa. Somehow it seems wrong to be flirting with Santa.
I’m off to bed now, it’s late and I have to get my wisdom teeth out tomorrow.
Well the ride out was largely uneventful... I slept for most of the way, but the ride back I was helping navigate my mother around and through NYC during rush hour. Well for about a half hour we were on a highway and things were slowed to a crawl. Well, our car ended up pulling alongside a truck, and just by chance I looked at the truck and the trucker looked down at us, and he smiled and waved.
Surprised (not because he smiled and waved because I do the same thing) but because he looked like Santa, I smiled and waved back.
For the next thirty minutes we played "tag" on the highway... him pulling ahead and us catching up, and each time I saw him I would smile and wave. Now, this might have been an indication of how bored I was, but I would get pretty excited to see this man when we went by him, and I would be smiling and beaming, and I might have even squealed a little bit once or twice.
My mother commented that it was a real indication of my boredom that I was flirting with a man in traffic that looked like Santa Claus. Luckily, shortly after the traffic picked up again and we were off.
The point of this is, somehow I am really unnerved by the fact that what I was doing was one: possibly considered flirting and two: flirting with Santa. Somehow it seems wrong to be flirting with Santa.
I’m off to bed now, it’s late and I have to get my wisdom teeth out tomorrow.