Lucky Dorito

I posted this story once before but I thought about this incident this weekend so I thought I’d repost:

Memory Lane Monday takes us back to 1992. My hubby and I were in the relatively early dating days. I suppose I should make sure you know that my hubby and I never actually lived in the same town until after we’d gotten married. We dated for almost 4 years – all long-distance. We talked on the phone a LOT and cherished our time together.

I would drive to his home in south-eastern Georgia at least once a month to spend a weekend… or as many days as I could spare. At some point that summer, we decided to take a few days and make a little “road trip” together to Jacksonville, Fl, where my sister Lena and her family were living at the time.

We stayed overnight with them a night or two and decided since we were so close, to make a day trip over to St. Augustine (the oldest settled city in the United States). There were lots of little shops in the old part of town (as best I remember, that is) and we were going to spend the day sightseeing and window-shopping.

We found ourselves in a little shop bursting at the seams with Christmas items (in the middle of summer) and we were just looking around. It was a very narrow shop, with every square inch of space filled – items on display both on the tables and on the walls. While we were looking around, out of the corner of my eye, I see my hubby wander up closely on my right-hand side. I reached out my right arm and wrapped it around his waist, without looking up at him.

Almost simultaneously… I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I looked to the left and saw my hubby standing there looking at me.

Huh? Wait… that means…… if HE is there on my left … then WHO do I have my right arm wrapped around?????

I whipped my head to the right and SOME OTHER MAN was there and MY ARM was wrapped around HIM!

GASP! SHRIEK! HOLY MOLY!!!

Well, color me EMBARRASSED!!

The man was looking at me in surprise and I immediately jerked my arm away and started apologizing while turning 15 shades of red! I was stammering and stuttering, trying to explain. (Really, how does one explain that??) Mr. Lucky started laughing at my major faux-pas, saying “You gotta watch her” to the man … adding to my embarrassment. I didn’t think it was remotely funny at the time because I was SO stinkin embarrassed but now, with the passage of a lot of years… I can laugh about it. Needless to say, Mr. Lucky has NEVER let me live it down.

It’s one of his favorite stories to tell people. It kinda cracks me up too though… so, I don’t mind.

In my defense, I’ll tell you that out of the corner of my eye, when the man walked up closely – I could see his white t-shirt (which was the color my hubby was also wearing) and he came up and stood VERY close to me – invading my *bubble* of personal space. So…. I just assumed it was Mr. Lucky because usually people do NOT do that. Yep… you know what they say about when you assume things, right?

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