If you say you have never creepishly pulled in to a parking lot for the sheer purpose of quickly eating something I call shenanigans. Today, I continued this shameful routine after I procrastinated the usual hour deciding on what to eat for lunch, deciding on a DQ sundae.  Of course I was too lazy to go inside and eat this, so I got it in the drive thru and happily drove off.

As  I drove, the unseasonable heat bore into the car, rapidly melting my sundae. In a moment of panic, I hit the gas, just trying to find a random parking lot to pull in to so I could enjoy my lunch time treat. As I sped down the road, some jerk cut me off, driving even faster, and BAM, cop car flies out and stops him. SAVED! I had a speech prepared for the officer, citing my haste was only because the rapidly melting ice cream and if he could kindly let me move on to a semi abandoned parking lot to eat. Thankfully, the sucker who tried to be a hero in front of me took the heat and I found an acceptable looking lot.

I pulled in to a space in the rear of the lot and began to enjoy my sundae and hardcore 90s rap tunes, when some creeper pulled up directly next to me, avoiding the 200 other available spaces. Let me tell you, I feel no embarrassment greater than being caught eating alone in the car. There I was, there he was, just sitting there. I pretended he did not exist to no avail because I had a constant fear of being secretly recorded in my lowest moment of the day. Finally, after 15 minutes, he left and I moved on with life.

For day 7, I commit to being less ashamed of the strange things I do, that I do all the time. I bet you thought I’d say something like I vow to be normal and actually eat in the restaurant. Nope. I’m going to own the fact that yes, I am that strange person alone in my car, stuffing my face and rocking out. And I’m sure I’m not alone!