While travelling behind a car yesterday, I saw a regrettably dirty vehicle with the words “uncle an forever” scrawled beside a tiny hand print. My eyes welled up a bit as I began to envision someone’s dear Uncle Andy or Andrew or Anthony…. I thought of how a sweet little kid must really be missing their uncle and how the holidays would be particularly tough. I pondered this…. and as luck would have it, we both pulled into the gas station.
I looked with sympathetic eyes at the man pumping gas. He looked at me a bit confused, but gave me a half hearted smile. I said, “I’m sorry about your Uncle”. He furrowed his brow and ignored me. I figured it was a touchy subject, so I finished filling my tank and then it hit me. I had been so horribly wrong about what the sign had said. It wasn’t a dear Uncle An, rather it was “unclean forever”.
And that my bloggies is why I can never visit that gas station again. And also why I should stop binge watching those dang Hallmark Christmas movies because they are making me more emotional and wholesome than usual.