I’ve been very jumpy lately. People scare me every little while without intending to. My children pop up where I’m not expecting them, and I scream, much to their amusement. My husband walks into our bedroom when my back is turned. “Arghhh!” Poor man.
It was particularly embarrassing last week when I was in the drive through line, waiting to pay for and collect my lunch. The process took longer than expected, and when the lady finally opened the window, I let out a scream like one from some teen horror movie. She just looked at me as if I was crazy, but didn’t say anything. I thought it was pretty funny, though. I laughed all the way home.
Another day we were in a full parking lot loading the kids back into the van. Jason crawled in the side door behind the kids to be sure they were all buckled in, and I was taking my time getting into the front passenger seat. I must have been deep in thought because when I heard a noise behind me, I screamed wildly. It was just a teenaged kid trying to get into the driver’s side of his vehicle. “Oh you scared me,” I apologized. “I’m so sorry. I guess I just didn’t expect anyone to be there.”
The mother must have come running around the car when she heard the screaming because she heard what I said and replied, “There is a car here!” in a tone that let me know I was a complete idiot.
Obviously, I hadn’t screamed on purpose. A thousand snarly comebacks instantly made their way to my brain, but I bit my tongue and said, “Why, yes there is!” in my best airhead impersonation and climbed into the safety of my van.
I’m hoping I’ll get over this increased jumpiness before I embarrass myself further!