So Jack & I go see a movie (that's a whole other post). After the movie, I notice a wallet on one of the chairs. I pick it up, & instead of turning it into the box office, I decide to hold onto it, & try to locate the owner. For all I trust society these days, who's to say that the minimum wage movie worker wouldn't keep the wallet or snag the money? And I knew *I* wouldn't.
Karma, ya know!
On the way from the Galleria to my house (BEFORE he called), they shut down half the freeway. It was bumper to bumper, & they were just placing the orange cones down. Well, a semi decided to wait til the last moment to get over, so he knocked over a cone, directly into my path. There wasn't space on either side for me to go around, so I drove straight over it. Unfortunately for me, it got caught under my truck, & I continued to drag it for a bit. I finally pulled off into one of the right lanes that they were coning off, turned the truck off, put my hazards on, & started walking down the 101 fwy towards the Cal Trans workers. I explained that a trucker knocked a cone into my path, & now I was dragging it. He tried to pull it out, but it was jammed. They asked me to back up. I did. Didn't work. They said to pull forward...it was still jammed. They finally got it loose. Sheesh. My luck. I hope it didn't do any damage, & that they didn't pull anything loose under my truck by yanking that thing out.
So I like Jack...but he talked too loud a few times through the movie....and that annoys me to no end. But he's cute & I think I feel some chemistry. He wants to see me when I get back from my trip, so we'll see. He's kinda short for me, though. I like 'em tall, ya know.
Not feeling a "love connection," but I will be a little patient.