Yesterday, my friend Becky called and asked us to meet her and her son at Wal-Mart to check out the Nascar simulator. After standing in line for an hour and watching all the kids try it (including Richard who finished the game in first place) she harped on me... they all did... about hopping on and playing.
I didn't want to because a) I had a dress on and b) I forgot to put underwear on and c) they stress me out. After many minutes of pressure, I finally gave in. The little guy working the unit didn't want to put the harness on me because of the skirt but I made him to it anyways because that thing turns and tilts with the 'road' and you can fall out.
I didn't realize Becky was taking pictures. I was totally engulfed in the game... sweating bullets and white knuckles.
This morning, I get to work and a mass email was sent out with this message:
So, I was in Walmart yesterday, doing a little shopping and Blake said, “Hey mom, the Coke Nascar simulator is here – but there’s some crazy lady who won’t let anyone else have a turn!” See attachment…
She had attached this picture to the email.