After spending a couple of hours at the pool we decided to grab dinner at a fast food restaurant. After all we got some exercise at the pool so we could afford a few
thousand hundred calories. Lee pulled the van in to the Taco Bell parking lot and drove around back towards the drive thru menu and speaker.
As we turned the corner I noticed a car parked sideways (as opposed to in an actual parking spot). Next to the car was a couple snuggling on the curb. The girl was sitting on the pavement and the guy was straddling her from behind. He had his arms around her. They seemed to be watching the traffic coming in and out of the restaurant.
Then I realized they were parking. Not parking as in I parked my car in this parking spot. But parking like when teenagers pull off to Lover’s Lane and neck in the car until the windows fog up. Only these people weren’t teenagers. And Taco Bell is so not Lover’s Lane.
That’s when I realized just how happy I am that I’m married and no longer in the dating world. Because, seriously?!? If my date took me to Taco Bell to “park” I think I might cause him bodily harm. Who does that? Taco Bell? Seriously?