daily soap opera

First of all- I know what you are thinking- two blogs, two days in a row!? Yes, this is happening.
Just take it and run with it, because like most things in my life, I can't promise it will happen again. (ie- the one time i said i was going to go to the gym 5 days a week from then on and forever. and that lasted for a week. but hey, that was 5 days. go me. second example- no more potty jokes/ that's what she said's. ya, we won't even say how long that lasted.)

Here is something consistent in my life...
And it is incredibly consistent. So much so that when it doesn't happen, I panic.

My work window is the perfect view of building A of Saddle View Office Park. I work in building D- as in dog poop. (Because when you tell people that on the phone- it is easy to get D confused with B as in boy) So, yes, building dog poop has an exceptional view of the door to building A. Right at 11:55am, each day, without fail- the water softening van (with no windows in the back, mind you) pulls into our parking lot, rolls down his drive side windows (probably because that is the only one he has) and BACKS into a parking spot. But let me get this clear, not just ANY parking spot- the one with the PERFECT view of who comes in and out of the front door. Once parked, man in car, (whose name is Bob- yes, we named him even though I am sure his mother already did that), grabs his cell phone, talks for 5 seconds, then sits. Sometimes, he sits and sits and sits. Because that is what girls do- make boys wait- esp in parking lots when the girl is at her place of work and the man is on his lunch break.

Once Sally comes down and out, Bob gleefully jumps out of his van. Okay, that isn't true. He actually nonchalantly gets out of his van, closes the door, looks around and then acts surprised to see Sally- and waddles over to her. (but really, he should pull up his pants, then again, Sally seems to like it.) The two then embrace, and proceed to the corner of building A- which, much to the dismay of my coworkers, is ONLY visable from my window. (Now comes the time when everyone in the office slides their chairs to my desk.)

The two then proceed to smoke together. Holy crap, talk about true love. I hope one day I find a boy that cares enough for me that he would give up his lunch time at Water softening store to come smoke with me. And HE drives to HER each and every day. Talk about chivalry. I wouldn't be surprised if those are all his cigs, too, and he is just sharing. Because sharing is caring. The two then talk for 5 minutes, sometimes Sally yells and Bob, and I worry- and sometimes they don't talk at all. But everytime, when the five minutes comes to end, they put out their cigarettes- Sally walks to the door- holds it open (such a tease) and Bob kisses her.

One day I will plant a microphone in that corner. Their love seems so simple. And if all it takes is me dying my hair blonde and ratting it out, and finding a boy who sags his jeans, has uncontrollable facial hair, and still wears DC skating shoes- I will count myself lucky.

Sometimes when Bob doesn't meet Sally for lunch, I stress. Seriously. Maybe they are having an affair and lunch is the only time they can meet unless their "real" significant other demands a lunch time date. (how rude). But then they are back at building A the next day, and my fears are put to rest. I can't wait to get a wedding invite. I am POSITIVE they see us watching them from my window. Creepy? Not at all. Bob and Sally are like family.