judging for a reason.

tis' 3 in the am. but i thought i'd share this with ya.
I'm not gonna pretend that i don't judge books by their covers, because i do. literally and figuratively. why in thee hull would i pick up a book that looks ugly? does it make me excited to read? false. does an ugly book spark the fun section of my brain? absolutely not. so why even bother with an ugly book? eh.

Same goes for real life.
sometimes i stumble across situations and people, and a little siren in my head goes off, and i think to myself "no, nope, this, this right here is an "ugly book", and uh, nope, i just don't think i'm gonna open the cover today."

this happens for a reason. Oprah says that guys have muscles to protect themselves and women have a "gut instinct" to detect danger to protect themselves. and as a woman i have to follow whatever oprah says. so there ya go.

so when i see things like, a lifted truck, or a sketchy lookin' man, or an awful pair of angels jeans, a little siren goes off, and i go into fight or flight mode.

Kelli took her car to get fixed by a man named Jose (wait, it gets better).
he asked that she pay him in cash (wait, it gets better).
we drive to Nibley (if you've never been, i suggest you go. beautiful town, smells of manure),
we arrive at a building that was erected in 1945, and was originally built as a bomb shelter of some sort, with a sign that read's "bobs" on the front,
to give you a better mental image, you know in every scary move, there's the ominous last gas station before people drive off into the desert where they get killed?
did you know we have one in Nibley?


i counted 13 scrap parts of cars lining the field behind the building.
keeping an open mind, i step out of the car,
until i see 7 mexican children staring at me through the window.
SIRENS, i consider running, but i'm in Nibley and figure whatever fate that awaits me in this store is better than my chances alone in Nibley.
kelli and i walk in, to find a 12 year old girl manning the counter (complete with the cigarettes, cash register, and beer)....
i'm judging, i'm judging, i'm judging,
just bein honest.
it smells like a mixture of stale air and oil,
jose jr comes in and makes us wait 30 minutes.
during which time i notice candy that hasn't been manufactured since the early 80's.
i walk past 3 month old pastries and see the creepiest stairwell i've ever seen in my life.

waaaaiiiit....
i've seen this movie, and this is the part where we die.
my heart starts poundin and i'm lookin for exits.
and the 12 year old is starin at me.
i started writing text messages to everyone i wanted to say goodbye to before i was sold on the black market for some car parts and drugs.
i'm judging i'm judging i'm judging

and on this day, i was proven wrong.
jose was such a peach about fixin' sapphire!
God bless Jose for fixing Kelli's car, for a deal.
what a great man.
but what a terrible, terrible shop.