The Wanton Hussy and the Sea: Part IV

Okay enough with the military time already, right?

I wake up to reality. I have left minimal amount of time for me to get ready for work, in an attempt to catch as much sleep as possible. I load up my gas guzzling SUV and hop on the toll road. I am really lazy in the morning and don't stop to put on makeup until I actually get in the car. At that point, I can usually finish in the amount of time it takes me to get on the freeway. I was lagging and finishing up my makeup as I entered the toll plaza machine. Insert frustration for all women who put on makeup while driving here. I quickly ditch my makeup bag as I realize it is my turn to pay my 50 cents. I neglect to count the last pennies I have to pay the basket with and instead chuck forth a handful. The light must have turned green right before it finished receiving all of my payment. Not to worry though as an impatient blonde in a new Voltswagen beetle was kind enough to honk at me before I could even register why she was honking. I don't give her the middle. I give her a thumbs up. Way up high. For her to really catch my drift. I've found the middle finger to be quite vulgar and so last season. Still annoyed at her facisous attempt at a polite acknowledgement of my place in line I mouth, "OKAY. THANK YOU." To which she responds with an obligatory thumbs up and a smug grin. I now remember why I so very much dislike the elitist snobbery of South Orange County.

I reach work and am in a surprisingly upbeat and chipper mood given the extreme circumstances which unfolded over the last 48 hours. Inside jokes are relayed among those who were present on the trip and those who were not were filled into as the pertinent details. North Carolinian co-worker and I engage in an interesting conversation via instant messenger as to the reasoning behind the male psyche which will be transcribed in a future post. All and all, a successful weekend. I didn't "mess up" at any point and I believe myself to have represented the female species to the best of my ability. I hope I will be presented with an opportunity as such in the near future. Until then I guess I will have to just keep doing what I do best. Being a hoochie... I mean a Hussy.