When we went trick or treating this past Halloween, Eddie was Mario.
I took the above picture as soon as he got out of the van and we were fixin’ to start our annual walk. Before I could get out of the van myself, Eddie hands me his mustache stating that he felt it was too “cartoony” to make his big foam jumpsuit costume credible.
Faced with the dilema of what to do with a possibly snot tainted, sticky fur-stache, I stuck it in the center of my steering wheel.
So, fast forward to today…
I go shopping to buy my boys their few store bought Christmas gifts. The mall was BEYOND ridiculous! The traffic was insane, the parking was even worse.
As I was pulling into an obviously PACKED parking lot at Toys R Us, I looked down and spoke to the mustache on my steering wheel. The mustache that’s been high jacking my airbag for the past month and a half. This, I assure you, is a new occurrence. Not that that means anything. It could just mean that you’re witnessing the beginning of my mental decline.
I looked down at the mustache and I said, “I wish you were a magic parking spot mustache, and if I rubbed you (reaching out and rubbing it), I’d always find good parking.”
I know. Don’t judge me.
Well, thing is, I said that and rubbed the mustache, and literally 30 seconds later, a car backed out right in front of me giving me the second parking spot back from the door.
I laughed, rubbed the ‘stache and said, “You ARE a Magick Mustache!!”
So I get in there, get it done, and get the heck out, vacating my GREAT spot for another shopper to occupy. I’d already decided that I was going to stop at The Olive Garden for lunch. I don’t think I’ve ever gone out to eat by myself before. It was time.
I pulled in and there were cars parked 30 yards behind the restaurant, and groups of people were WALKING back up to the door. I was completely FLOORED by how many people were out to lunch at 1 o’clock on a Thursday!
As I was coming back up the side of the restaurant, I looked down at the ‘stache… giggled…. gave it a rub. By the time I made it to the front of the building, a car was pulling out right next to the door! In I pulled.
I thanked the Magick Mustache (roflmao!) and asked if it was any good with restaurant seating. Then I gave it another rub and headed in to the restaurant.
Once inside I could see at least 8 different parties of people sitting in the waiting area. As I approached the hostess, I got the sudden inspiration to ask her if there was a bar I could sit at. She replied that there was, and would I prefer to wait there?
I explained that I’d wondered if I could EAT at the bar and she said that would be perfectly fine and pointed me in the right direction. The bar was completely empty.
I sat down and was waited on by the most adorable waiter/bartender right away, and being that I was ordering the all you can eat soup, salad, and bread sticks, I had my food within about 3 minutes.
The people that were waiting when I came in were still up for a 15 minute wait, and I had the bar and cute waiter all to myself :)
I ate and watched people. Two of my favorite things. I was even inspired to come home and take my first swing at minestrone. Not bad lemme tell ya!
But anyway, when I got back in my van to leave, I decided that the Mustache is Magick and since vehicles tend to be Hers and Shes, my van would need a name to set him apart, because I do NOT drive a bearded lady.
So.
I dub thee Gary, wearer of the Magick Mustache, granter of all parking wishes.
