being in the moment... not so much

As hard as I have been trying to "get my brain back" and working on paying attention to the moment I'm in, it hasn't worked so well the past few days.

Coming home from J&A's house last night, enjoying driving my car and how well the car shifted, I turned onto 34th St at about 11 pm. That is a side street and not well lit with a short drive to a railroad. Instead of having to drive mindlessly and slowing down to take the hellacious bump at the railroad track, they've fixed the track now and you can take it at a higher speed than 20 mph. I was totally into shifting, I don't know why. I was just fixated on how the car was responding. Then I noticed a set of headlights turn on from the side of the road to the left of me. Oh crap. I knew right away what that meant. I almost pulled over right there and then but I slowed down and went over the tracks. As soon as he went over the tracks the flashing lights came on. Crap!

I rolled my window down and Ozzy popped his head out the window to see what was going on. The officer walked up and carefully approached Ozzy to see if he was going to be a biter. He asked something, I don't remember what, then asked if he was a good watchdog and I laughed and said no. I handed him my license and insurance info as we chatted about where I lived and where I was coming from. He was very nice and polite. He ended up giving me a warning. I should have known better because it wasn't that long ago that there was a squad car parked just outside my neighborhood and I saw the lights flashing from someone else getting a ticket (I assume) as I came home from Josh's, so I know they're patrolling.

That was incident number one. Today I was at Target and, when I finished shopping, came back out to the parking lot. There were two maroon cars parked next to each other. I walked past the first car to the second car, stood in front of the trunk and looked at the back of the car. There was a sticker on the back from Hudiberg. I didn't buy mine from Hudiberg. That's weird. I bought it from Bob Moore. I looked at the license plate. The first letter was a "D." Was it a "D"? I got my keys and clicked on the unlock button and heard the car next to me unlock. Duh. I was standing in front of the wrong car. I looked at the car again. It was a Nissan, but it was a Sentra, not a Versa like I have. I saw a car at Wal Mart by my house that looks just like mine last time I was there. Weird. I wonder if it was the same car I had just tried to own. Feeling like a bit of a dork, I loaded my groceries and went home, glad the owners hadn't followed me out of Target.