So, I have the luxury of being shuttled to and from my work place. The benefits of said service are many, including (but not limited to) the following:
1) Saves me a whole lotta money. As Katt Williams once quipped, "you are not supposed to be at the gas station making life decisions." Amen, brother. Thanks to the shuttle service, I no longer have to make those critical life decisions at the gas station, like deciding between things like gas money vs my 401 (k) retirement fund; gas money vs groceries; or, of utmost important, gas money vs money for some new 4" heels.
2) I get extra much-needed sleep time. Since I live about an hour from work (in each direction), the extra 2-hr nap time is literally saving my life and my sanity.
3) I also get my daily dose of eye candy.
Y'all knew I was getting to point #3. :)
Yup. There's a hottie white boy on my shuttle to work. I'll admit, he looks kind of young. Okay, fine. He looks like he just straight-up graduated from college and this might be his first job outta school. So, sue me. I'm human. I'm a 3- (ahem, cough) year old woman, I'm not dead.
Anyway. I let slide the possibility that he could be young 'cuz, hell, I'm only "window shopping," right? "Look, but don't touch the merchandise." I really should make a t-shirt out of that line. [Wait. As a t-shirt, that line actually does not convey the same message.....errrr....*awkward*] I digress. Back to the regularly scheduled program.
The other day, the age differential finally came around and gave me a swift kick in the arse. As I was waiting for the shuttle to arrive, I saw the hottie white boy,...being dropped off,...by someone who apparently looked to be,...his mother.
I really am a resident of Cougarville, aren't I? Zip code: 5432-S$#@!.