"Roads. Ro-ads."
You know, I pulled up beside a big transfer truck today at a red light and I was right beside his tires. 'Leopard' was the particular name of the tire and it was written on the side of it. I literally looked at the word 'leopard' for probably two whole minutes trying to figure it out. "Leo-pard? Lay-o-pard?"
Maybe it's because I took a couple of Benadryl last night. Or maybe I was having a momentary lapse of consciousness. Maybe it was the angle of the tire.
My point is, isn't it weird when a word you've known since first-grade suddenly looks completely foreign and alien to you? Like the word "does", for instance. Such a weird word. It's like looking at your own hand and suddenly seeing a stranger's.
I'm thankful for: 40-degree temperatures. And a fireplace.
Maybe it's because I took a couple of Benadryl last night. Or maybe I was having a momentary lapse of consciousness. Maybe it was the angle of the tire.
My point is, isn't it weird when a word you've known since first-grade suddenly looks completely foreign and alien to you? Like the word "does", for instance. Such a weird word. It's like looking at your own hand and suddenly seeing a stranger's.
I'm thankful for: 40-degree temperatures. And a fireplace.
posted by Lauren | 1:40 PM
3 Comments:
That was hilarious, Lauren! Loved it.
You know I pulled up to a big transfer truck once and was scarred for life. I will not repeat what I saw. Let's just it wasn't the word "leopard."
It's funny, but I've spent so much time on the road over the course of my life that trucks no longer register in my mind. I mean, I know they're their and my autopilot manages to steer 'round them, but I only notice them as obstacles...like fallen trees or land-slides
Also, YAY! More words from Lauren!
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