Sunday at McDonald's on Nicollet

I have gained a little bit of weight since my dad died...I stopped working out and really focused on eating as many stale doughnuts as I could in a day. So, I've had a problem because my jeans haven't been fitting so well, and all my pants are really tight, making it appear that I am trying to wear tight jeans when in reality I just don't have any normal fitting ones. ANYWAYS, this weekend I actually wore sweat pants out of the house because my roommate put all my clothes in the dryer and shrunk my pants even more. I was mortified that I had sunk to wearing sweats, so those feelings of hopelessness made me stop at McDonalds to get a value meal for dinner. As I was walking from McDonalds to my car, while already eating fries from the bag, a guy in an SUV in the drive through waved at me. I waved back, but didn't recognize him, and thought it might have been a mistake on his part. Then, as I'm starting my car, I realize the guy from the SUV is standing outside my door. He is holding out a compact disc for me. "I thought you might want to check me out. And I want to tell you that you have a nice body..." He looked me up and down as best as he could manage, as I was sitting in my car already. He was cute, and had a large diamond in one ear.

As I wipe the grease off my face, I say, "Are you giving me this CD? For free?"

"Yeah." He says, "I just wanted to compliment your body. You have nice legs."

I say, "Oh! WOW! Really? You think? That's really nice...okay, see you around!" He says good bye and taps my car, then jogs back to the big SUV. I went home and played his CD while I cleaned. I liked it, and the best song was one called Mamacita, telling the tale of his love affair with a curvy stripper. I imagined him singing the song about me.

So, the point of my story is this...even when life gets you down, and you wear sweat pants to McDonald's for dinner, there are still people named Mike Page who appreciate you.

http://www.mikepagemusic.com

This was the worst story I have ever told.