Oooh yeah... extra napkins...

Tonight I was driving home from work. It's winter so it's only 4:45 but it's already pitch black out. My iPod, which as about 1200 songs on it, is on shuffle but invariably "shuffles" the same songs it always "shuffles". Why it thinks I want to hear Bell Biv DeVoe's "Poison" more than once a week is beyond me. Of course, you never can trust a big butt and a smile.

The constantly recurring "Lady" by Styx I can deal with.


So I'm driving down 83, singing along to some Styx when I glance in my rear view mirror, like I've done a million and one times before. But this time is different, I notice something. What is that? I reach up above the mirror and my fingertips come to a dip in the plastic, and pull it down. Oh my god. I have a visor. A very narrow, long visor right above my rear view mirror.


I know, who the hell cares, right? I'm too short to really even put it to good use. I need a visor that comes down to the freaking steering wheel. Or a phonebook to sit on to bring me up to that level. But listen, I have had my car for 4 and a half years. I have over 73,000 miles on my car. I practically live in my car, and I never once noticed this visor.


It provided me with a flash of self-awareness. This is so typical of me. I am so oblivious to blatantly obvious things going on around me sometimes, I didn't even notice this stupid visor in my car.


I'm notorious for having no clue when someone may be showing signs of interest. No clue when someone is actually making fun of me, until it's too late to stick up for myself. No clue when it's inappropriate to say things until it's already out of my mouth and I've made a fool of myself.


Case in point, had a conversation a few days ago with a friend on the subject of women over 30 with nose rings. Of course I blabbed my mouth about how getting your nose pierced at that age may be a little trashy and desperate, and how yes, I have mine pierced but come on, I got it done when I was 20. Of course I did not notice the lady standing right next to us in line at the store was well over 30...and had a nose ring. My friend was kind enough to point this out. After I opened my mouth about it. Whoops.


I'm not stupid, and I'm not typically un-cooth. But I do have my moments. Maybe that's why I usually just keep quiet and observe, and hate speaking in front of people.

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Side note, two videos that must be watched. For some reason it won't let me post a video as a video, so you'll have to click the links.

First, Prop 8: The Musical. It's a brand new, bright, Obama Day!

Second, one of the funniest yet most disturbing things I've seen in a long time.

Let me just say, I will never look at my former restaurant managers the same again.