harassed (please pronounce it the british way)

i am the most awkward person on the phone.
this has nothing to do with anything. except that i just got off the phone with one of our printers and i am the most awkward person on the phone.

my story

as i drove up to salt lake on new year's eve day for family dinner, i sang along to cake's "short skirt, long jacket".

gentley.

happily.

serenely.

to the left of me i sensed a hoverer. i glanced over to the carpool lane and indeed, the car next to me was hovering. a 15ish year old girl and a 15ish year old boy looked over at me, grinning while the adult in the driver's seat matched my speed, and then the boy held up his cell phone and took my picture.

it was awkward.

i slowed down so they would pull ahead, which they did although the children never broke eye contact, turning their heads and grinning out the back window.

it was creepy.

i got out of the passing lane and, ever the master of repression, forced myself to think of other things. however, five minutes later as i neared my exit, i looked over at the carpool lane and they were still there.

still matching my speed.

still grinning.

still holding up the camera phone.

i looked at them and asked "what?"
the boy waved.
i waved back.
the girl blew a kiss.
i stared at her with furrowed brow.
and exited i-15.


2006 set the bar pretty low.
this is all i'm saying.