I have these moments every once in a while when my life feels like a movie. One of these occurred just the other day while eating a late lunch at Red Robin with my mom and younger sister in St. George.
This diet from Hades had me in a bad mood--a lovely Caesar Salad turned into lettuce with dressing--so as I was mindlessly stabbing at the lifeless leaves the waitress came over, squatted down and began by saying, "I don't mean to be weird, but..." At this point I quit paying attention because I figured it had something to do with the ticket. I was wrong. Very wrong. She continued by saying, "...one of the guys who works here thinks you are cute and wondered if you were single." Still not paying attention, I glanced up to see how Jamie responded to the slightly odd request.
Imagine my surprise when I looked up and found her watching for MY response! I was so completely flabergasted that I blurted out, "Are you kidding me?!" She glanced down, obviously embarrassed, and replied, "No, no I'm not actually. He's really shy, and he wanted to know if you were single."
I could hardly splutter out that I wasn't for sheer shock. What further highlights this particular tale is the fact that she then took a turn looking taken-aback. "You aren't?" At which point I took the opportunity to more firmly reiterate my non-single status.
Once she walked away my mom nearly shouted out, "Well that was a missed opportunity!" I could hardly believe my ears. It made a bad situation even worse. So I asked, "What should I have said?" Please, please let me know if her reasoning makes sense to you. "You should have said, 'I'm single but I'm seeing someone.' Because your choices are single, married, divorced, or widowed.'"
I was well beyond beside myself at this point, so I again let my tongue just walk away with itself without letting me think, "Life is not a survey, those are not the only options. I am in a relationship with someone, which, by definition, means I am not single."
Yes, my life is a movie.