I was on my way from Hobby Lobby to Kroger today when my mobile buzzed.
"Hello?" I said after pressing my speaker phone button.
"Hi, honey," my husband said. "I'm on my way home from work. Where are you?"
"I'm headed over to the Cross Street Kroger."
"Well, I'm on Scatterfield getting ready to turn right on Eighth Street, so I'll be home in a few minutes."
Nonplussed, I looked around me. I was on Scatterfield at the Eighth Street intersection. And there he was in his familiar Chevy Blazer, phone pressed to his head.
"Hi!" I sang. "Look across the street."
I saw his head turn and I waved. "Well, hey there," he replied, laughing. "Good to see ya!"
"You too! I'll be home in twenty minutes."
"Okay...whoops, hey, my light just turned green. Love ya."
It's funny how, when you see someone who is as familiar to you as your own hand in an unexpected place, they look somehow different and you think with some sense of amazement, "That's MY HUSBAND." Or wife, sister, son, granny or whoever. It was a funny little incident that made me smile today.
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