I rocked the 2.5 hour sleepy time, sandwiched between lots and lots of work. Not only was I exhausted, but I was also pleasant, positive, productive, as well as punch drunk.
I like me that way. And apparently, so does everybody else. I got hit on by three separate cars full of guys. Attractive guys, nonetheless.
The last carful was the most entertaining. Three guys from Mass Maritime. They asked me when I was getting out of work.
“Late, very late,” I answered with a wry grin.
“You should come hang out with us,” the one with the cute smile urged.
“I don’t make it a habit to associate with guys I meet in the drive thru. Never ends well.” I continue to grin as his buddies all laugh.
“Look me up on Facebook,” I tease. “Or better yet, Craiglist, under missed connections.”
That does it. The laughter goes up a notch and I smile the smile I only smile when I feel completely at ease and in total control of a situation.
“Enjoy your food, guys,” I say, my hand pushing the window closed, and they drive away.
Missed connection, indeed.