Well, not exactly, but file this under "News of the Weird" at least!
OK, so hubby and I went out to dinner tonight--at a restaurant that was
like third on our list to try, we couldn't get in the other places,
too busy. And mind you, we hardly EVER go out either. We're sitting
there eating our appetizers, having a nice conversation when all of a
sudden I hear the words "Keith Larson show (voice trails off...)."
Then I heard "...was doing an interview with some columnist from the
Observer on Wednesday (voice trails off)."
By now I'm in full-blown eavesdropping mode. I just had a *feeling* I
should listen more closely. Then I heard "...caller of the week, man
she was great!"
OK, now I have turned completely around in my chair and am practically
staring at these people, partly in shock, partly to lip-read so I can
confirm that I'm not hallucinating. Sure enough, the guy repeated
himself and said "He called her the call of the week and he was
right!"
As crazy as this sounds, I couldn't help myself, I stood up and walked
over and said "I'm sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation, but I
think you might be talking about me."
The three diners--one man, two women--said "You're DEB?!" Oh man, that
was great! You got her good!"
Then the wife said (pointing to her husband) "He's been talking about
that call all week! It was great, you were so well-spoken, it was so
refreshing to hear someone sticking up for the military! Kids today
(they were all in their late 60s I'd guess) don't know their history!"
Then the other woman said "If the Democrats had their way there'd BE
no 'United States of America!'"
To which I replied "Well, there'd be no 'states' that's for sure!
They'd like to do away with the electoral college and have NYC, LA,
Chicago and Detroit decide elections, and I say that as someone who
grew up in New York!"
To which they responded "SO DID WE!"
It was hilarious! There I was, the 40-going-on-65-year-old, yuckin' it
up with my ideological compatriots, having a blast and feeling so damn
good that my words not only resonated with these people, they cheered
them up, made their day--or their week as the man claimed anyway. I
can't remember feeling more proud of anything not involving my
children.
But how random is that? How bizarre, that in a city of over half a
million people, a solid 15 min from my house, in a restaurant I hadn't
even planned to visit, I was seated two tables away from people who
not only heard me on the radio, they thought enough of it to make
dinner conversation about it--on a SATURDAY NIGHT!
Ryan says it's a "sign." I'm not sure of what exactly, but I'll spend
the next couple of days trying to figure that out, and if I do, you'll
be the first to know!
All I know now is I'm going to bed with a big self-satisfied grin on
my face, and wondering if maybe, just maybe, there are enough kindred
spirits out there in the electorate that Tuesday won't be the dark day
I've been fearing.
(Hey, I said "maybe," a girl can dream, right?)