Andrew and I commute to work together each morning. We are lucky because we save money on gas, parking, and other transportation costs. We also get to start our mornings singing along to the radio together and making fun of the morning show deejays. (God, are they awful!)
This morning, while belting out some Faith Hill...
"IF I COULD GRANT YOU ONE WISH, I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WAY YOU KISS!"
(editor's note: corniest song ever?)
I saw one of the six or so crossing guards we pass during our morning commute. He waved, and I waved back eagerly.
Andrew interrupted our very spirited rendition of the song to ask, "Did you just wave to the crossing guard?"
"Uh, YEAH! He waved to ME! So I waved ba... ... ... ohh... He wasn't waving to me, was he? He was waving that car on... ..."
"Yeah. He wasn't waving to you."
Cue awkward silence.