If you’re my friend on Facebook, you know that I’m having an existential crisis of sorts. After decades of not caring about professional sports, I am suddenly excited about the prospect of the Seahawks going to the Super Bowl. I don’t know what is happening to me or why. I’m very confused and everything I have known has been shaken, and I’m struggling to make sense out of life again.
I haven’t gone the way of this soul, but I did get my toenails painted Seahawks blue yesterday. (Insert 18-year-old son rolling his eyes upon hearing this.)
During my pedicure I was the only client in the shop which left four employees with nothing to do. I was happily reading my book (Evolving in Monkey Town by Rachel Held Evans – highly recommend to anyone) when the loudest, collective gasp I’ve heard in recent memory disturbed my reading reverie. I looked down at my pedicurist (is that even a word?) and she’s completely turned around looking at the t.v. She’s still massaging my calves so I hadn’t noticed.
Then I look at the t.v.
Apparently both participants in the Showcase Showdown on The Price is Right bid higher on their showcase of shiny dreams so there were no winners. This caused the collective gasp. As the shock wore off, one of them said in reverent tones, “So close.”
Mind you, that was the only word of English anyone had spoken, save greeting me, the whole time I was there. So I laughed. And almost dropped my e-reader in the tub where my feet had been. Then I was embarrassed.
Of course it was much better than this time so I didn’t commiserate for too long.