We had a weird night on Sunday. This summer we have been trying to make it to my parent’s for a visit on Sundays. I never imagined a day when I would worry more about my parents than they worry about me. That’s happening.
We usually go out to eat with my parents when we visit. They live in a small town. This Sunday I was having a hard time enjoying my dinner. The entire time we were eating there was a young man standing on the sidewalk outside the restaurant window. He kept looking at his watch and calling someone on his phone. It was obvious he was waiting for someone to pick him up. He looked disheveled; messy hair and an over all appearance that stated, “I could use some help.”
I didn’t say anything about him while we were eating. When we were almost done I spoke. “Hey Scott, there’s a guy out there who looks like he might need help. I think he is…”
“I know,” Scott interrupted. “I’ve been worrying about him this whole time. I’m going to go out and see if I can give him a ride.”
Turns out this young man did have special needs. He had decided he was going to walk to Walmart to buy some video games. Walmart was about 6 miles away. He got half way there, and changed his mind. He called a taxi, but the taxi never came. Scott and Zeke gave him a ride to his Grandma’s.
After dropping that young man off, Scott picked Olivia and I up at our Grandma and Grandpa’s. Scott told us that now we can add worrying about that guy to our list of people to worry about. That boy surely had some troubles. What if he decides to walk to Walmart again? What will he do when something happens to his Grandma? Where will he go?
Right while we were listing all the reasons to worry about that young man, we drove by a lady who was walking along the side of the rode. She looked like she could be a Grandma herself.
We were in a tidy, middle-class neighborhood. This Grandma put her thumb out for a ride. I’m serious. She really did. Scott and I just looked at each other. We knew we were going to pick this Grandma up; that would bring the number of strangers we’ve picked up in our lifetime to two. Both in the same night.
Scott slowed down. I rolled my window down, and asked that Grandma, “Do you need a ride?”
She walked over to my window and stuck her had in WAYYY too far.
“YES!” She said. “It’s my birthday.”
Then she didn’t say anything else.
I said, “Happy Birthday?!
She just looked at me like she was trying to tell me something else. Then I figured out she was trying to tell me it was her Birthday, and that’s why she was really, really drunk. I actually think she was trying to do a nice Grandma thing. She was trying to warn me that I was about to let a strange, intoxicated woman in to the back of my car with my children.
I told her to hop in back. The kids get drunk with their Grandmas at least every week. They’ll be fine.
No. I didn’t say that. I don’t think she would have gotten that joke. We told her we hoped she had a good birthday, and dropped her at her house. She was sweet.
I don’t know why she walked somewhere by herself to get drunk on her birthday. And, that would make the second person in one day we can add to our list of people to worry about. Maybe we should start going to my parents on Monday nights instead.
Something is happening with Scott lately. He’s really stepping up his game. I know I married a good guy. I wrote about how nice he is here.
I said Scott was a good guy. He is not a romantic guy. That’s okay. I’m not very romantic either. When I was young I was always a little suspicious of romantic guys. I know, that’s not fair. Some romantic guys are really nice. They are just also in touch with what a woman wants to hear. But, then there’s that other group of romantic guys. The ones who are full of crap. Those are the guys I was trying to avoid.
Scott has set the bar for romance really low. I’m not complaining. I’m practical too. We understand each other. That’s why he is FREAKING me out lately. Scott has a new smart phone. Since he’s had his phone he has sent me two messages with emoticons. Do you know what an emoticon is? It’s an electronic graphic used to express emotion.
Scott sent me a text that said, “See you tonight,” followed by a heart with a cupid’s arrow. The second message had just a plain heart.
All those other husbands that have been busting their butts, coming up with poems and secret weekend getaways should take a lesson from Scott. The problem with those guys is that they set the bar too darn high. Their wives have expectations. When you have a wife with expectations, you’ve got yourself some problems.
I received my text message from Scott with a heart emoticon. When I saw that message I hugged my phone to my chest. I didn’t know Scott had that in him. Completely unexpected. I told him that I was shocked with his gesture, but that it meant a lot to me. I could tell he was kind of proud of himself.
About a week later Scott was shopping with Olivia. He came home with a small, deliciously scented candle for me. It wasn’t my Birthday, or our anniversary. I asked Olivia later if the candle was her idea. She told me no. She said her Dad just suddenly decided they should get me something.
What is going on?
This emoticon thing is opening up a whole new world. Scott didn’t think he had any game in him. He does. I didn’t think I cared if he had any game. I do.
I can tell that my sincere appreciation for these gestures is motivating for him too. So, now Scott has a wife with expectations, and now he has some problems.