Falling For You

Three cheers for being the first post of the new semester!

After many days sliding on ice here in Utah Valley, today the roads and sidewalks finally cleared up.  I had a clean record: no slips or falls for the whole winter season (please notice my past tense here...)

I had no desire to get dressed yesterday, as it was Saturday and I sort of had intentions to make it to the gym, so I put on my stretchy pants.  The roomies and I needed to make a quick run to the Creamery, so I slipped on some casual shoes and went out the door.  We needed to cross the street, but there was a car at an awkward distance away- we had two choices: run across, or stay back and wait.  I decided to run.  Unbeknownst to me, my roomies decided to stay back.  I bolted across the street in front of the oncoming car and slipped in a puddle of rain.  I went crashing down and ended up in the middle of the road in fetal position.  Unharmed but wet, I popped up, jumped to the sidewalk, and almost fell down again from laughing so hard at what had just happened.  The driver of the car, who clearly saw everything, stopped, rolled down the window, and embarrassingly asked if I was okay and if I wanted a ride.  My roomies and I could not stop laughing the whole time to the grocery store.

After arriving at the Creamery and collecting all my groceries, I stood in line with my arms full of tortillas. "Got enough tortillas there?" Yes, thank you weird stranger for noticing my affinity for burritos... I thought to myself.  I nodded, smiled, and mumbled something to the guy standing behind me in line and then turned back around.  15 seconds later: "What are you making?" "It's cold here." "I don't need a jacket, but I'm from California" "The rain is messing up my hair" "Can you trade me a twenty for a ten?" "I'm not a BYU student, I just followed a girl here, but it didn't work out..."

Wait, was this guy really hitting on me in line at the BYU Creamery?  Yes. Yes, he was.  After this interesting encounter, Annalee realized why California boy wanted a little bit of Utah Sadie (well, aside from my charm and good looks): The stretchy pants.  My booty is by far my best (and biggest) asset, plus, who can resist a tush as perky as mine?  So I apologize, California boy, that you had to stand in line right behind The Behind.

--Sadie