So this morning we were running late. You know this is not exactly breaking news in the life of Keri.
Half way to Jr’s school we hit the ONE light I can NEVER get through without waiting out a really long red light. “Christmas In Dixie” was on Country Christmas, so I was explaining to Jr how this song probably came out when Mommy was his age. He was ignoring me and snacking down waffles totally enthralled with my story.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the lady in the silver minivan who had been behind me (and driving kinda crazy, I thought to myself, but no big shock there, :::eyeroll:::) had pulled alongside me and put her passenger window down. She seemed to want my attention (who doesn’t?) so I rolled down my window.
“There is cheese coming off of your car!!!” She gestured back behind us as if to show something flying from her vehicle.
I turned down the Alabama “Come again!?” I responded.
“CHEESE!!! STRING CHEESE IS COMING OFF THE ROOF OF YOUR CAR!!!” She yelled as the light turned and she began rolling up her window as she pulled away. “CHEESE!”
Now I can’t lie. The idea of cheese coming off of my car is not an entirely new concept to me – cheesey incidents have occurred in the past. But what in the world could she be talking about today?
She is crazy – the only cheese I have TOUCHED this morning was the pack I grabbed for Jr’s and my sna……
“THE CHEESE!! THE CHEESE IS ON THE ROOF, BUDDY!!” I exclaimed as we (thankfully,) pulled into the subdivision where Jr’s school is located. He dropped his waffle in horror – “No cheese mommy!?”
I pulled over, clamored out, and felt along the roof of the latest MUV. Yep – mostly empty (had been full) open bag of string cheese.
Guess I accidentally poured one out up the Blvd for the cheese-lovin’ homies of the North Burbs that have gone before me.
ALWAYS check your roof, yo.
Just sayin’.
Reluctantly Suburban 