i’m speaking with strangers … here’s why.
during softball warm-ups, the ball bounced short of my glove and kept rolling…
past the bench…
past the sidewalk…
and into the street…
where the cars were racing by.
i dutifully hit the crosswalk button and waited for the traffic to clear…
and waited…
and waited.
a guy on the other side of the road noticed me in my bright orange team shirt and bent down to pick up the ball from where it lay quietly against the curb.
now it was his turn to wait until the traffic cleared. it did and i held my glove up signaling i was prepared for the throw.
he threw.
*BAM*
the ball smacked directly into the walk/don’t walk sign above my head.
i scrambled to grab the ball before it bounced back into the street. i gathered it up and waved my thanks as he bent his red cheeks and walked away.
he didn’t say anything, but i read all the words in his blush.
Tags: boston
my mumblings 
June 29, 2012 at 8:10 am |
LOL! You should totally use this in a book.
June 29, 2012 at 9:09 am |
poor kid. he was just trying to help me out and then he almost breaks that walk/don’t walk sign. fortunately, i held my laughter in until my back was turned. :)
June 29, 2012 at 11:42 am |
Hahaha! That’s awesome! I’m so sorry I missed that!!! I can’t stop laughing now, picturing it :)
June 29, 2012 at 12:28 pm |
it was one of those classic softball moments.