So this weekend as Mr. T was in one of his most whiny moods, I decided to just get the heck out of the house...and headed to the nearest Old Navy to take advantage of their Flip-Flops-For-A-Dollar sale. After shopping around in chaos (yes these $1 Flip Flops were quite the HOT item) and not even buying the damn Flops because they were all gone, I got in my car, with Whiny Mr. T...proceeded to back out of the parking spot...and Oh Shit! I backed right into a silver car soon to be Old Navy Shopper waiting for a parking spot.
How the hell did this happen? When did I become that Mom Driver?? I swear I don't do my make up while driving. And sure as hell do not have one of these bumper stickers on my car. I do not get why people feel the need to post on the back of their car the fact that they have 14 children, 4 dogs, and 2 cats.
But, most of you will not be surprised that on the back of my SUV are these two stickers:
And as I wonder why people put the hideous stick figure families on their bumpers, I never in my wildest dreams thought that mine would save me a police call. That's right. Just as me and Silver-Car-Old-Navy-Shopper were debating on whether to call the cops or not, she looked at my car and asked, "Are you a Gator Fan??"
What? Am I a Gator fan?? Is this going to save me? The Gator Gods have spoken and shined down on Kat this day. "Why yes, we are huge Gator fans." And then we proceeded to talk about how they were from FL and how excited we all are to have Tebow here in Denver. No cops were called. And the conversation ended with a big smile.
Thank you Gator Gods. Thank you. Go Gators.