Today I was driving back from the doctor in my mother in law’s Prius, singing at the top of my lungs and enjoying the scenery of the back roads.
It was an uneventful drive. The occasional tractor….a turtle in the road…the Schwans man on his daily route.
Then, out of nowhere, came a half naked Adonis running along this said country road and I about put the Prius in a ditch.
I will say for all intents and purposes that he was of legal age. Otherwise, I’d just be a perv drooling over a kid. So…let’s just say he was around 20-ish. Tall, tan, no shirt and sweaty.
As I about run off the road and the words, “Good God…Sweet Jesus…Lord, Have Mercy” came out of my mouth for no one to hear since I was all alone.
And then it hit me. I am 37. He is…20?
I AM OLD ENOUGH TO BE HIS MOTHER.
And I felt dirty for about 10 seconds…and I got over it cause you really can’t worry about things you can’t change.
Besides, I would totally adopt him if he needed to be mothered…or just be my pool boy.