I Think I'm Tired

It was raining, so I ran to my car and jumped inside. I could see my neighbor from inside the car, waving to me, but the rain was so loud I couldn't hear him, only see his mouth moving as he stood in his doorway.

I wondered what he was trying to say. After all, I was running with a purse on top of my head in the pouring down rain. Wasn't it obvious I couldn't hear him?

Although I was relieved when I got in the car, I felt so tired I could hardly hold my eyes open while driving down the road. I’ve been working hard lately, trying to save money for this and that. For example, my cat Simon’s root canal, in addition to the cost of his therapy. Every time something unexpected happens, it threatens the wind in my sail, throwing my life off course, and delaying my dream ship from docking. I’ve been o.k. though, well, managing, but yesterday was one of those days when my "troubles looked as though they were here to stay," to quote, The Beatles.

When I got inside the grocery store, I felt like I was walking in a daze. I kept staring those long stares that never end, you know the ones into thin air? When your eyes focus on a spot and you can’t move them? Then you begin to yarn a long yarn, that stretches your mouth open so wide a semi truck could drive through.

Well, I keep yarning that yarn on the coffee isle, of all places. I stood staring at the coffee on the shelf for, I don’t know how long, until someone woke me. I felt someone’s hand lightly touch my shoulder, and say, “Are you o.k. Miss? “

“What? Oh, I’m sorry. Yes, yes, I’m alright; why do you ask?” I said. Instead of just answering with an “I’m sorry, I’ve just been tired lately." At least I wouldn’t have appeared delusional or on drugs.

The stranger looked at me as though I was a creature who recently entered the Earth’s atmosphere, and who decided to jump out of my spaceship and have a look around. I said, “I’m fine, sir," thinking he would go about his merry business, but he continued his gaze! I could see his eyes look down my shirt, and then move back to my face, as if he was looking me over. It was creepy, and I said something like, "O.k., good day then” and scurried out of there to get my milk.

I went and got milk and got in line behind another starer. It was weird; usually when you run into one starer, and I don’t mean the "stare into space" stare like me, I mean the type that stare at people. When they stare at you, you never know if you should stare back or not, since you don't want to appear threatening or anything.

Well to sum this story up, the cashier looked at me as if she had pity on me, and the guy that bagged my groceries smiled sweetly and said, “Hang in there. We all have bad days.”


By this point I was really confused, and I wondered "Do I have something on my face?" My blood ran cold at the thought of what could possibly be wrong with me.

I quickly put my groceries in the car, and hightailed it home, but when I came in the house my son took one look at me and started laughing! I said, “What is it? Everyone keeps looking at me like I have egg on my face. What is it?

He playfully took me by the hand and brought me before the bathroom mirror to see I had my blouse on inside out, and wore two different earrings in each ear.

I guess that's why I got so much attention! I think I'm tired.