This was me about 8 years ago. This character was lovingly named Regina Phalange. I'd wear a hoodie and stick my friend's dummy head used for practicing hair cuts in the hood on top of my own dome. I can't tell you how many times my friends and I got booted from stores for rocking Regina. I once walked through Wal-Mart (you know, since this kind of stuff seems normal there) as Regina yelling "I'M BEAUTIFUL!" while my friend held my hand and led me along because, despite popular belief, I can't see a damn thing in there. I'd imagine my friend should have felt more embarrassment than I did, but usually whoever was with me was cool with it.
This is a really long introduction to the really short story I have to tell. So, yeah... I'm pretty obnoxious from time to time. Not as much now that I'm 29 as when I was younger, but the trait hasn't completely dissipated.
Earlier today, I had to run an errand about fifteen minutes from my home with my sister's company. We got on the freeway and started our journey. We're chatting about nothing in particular when we pull beside a school bus. I glance over as I'm driving due to a lot of movement out of my periphery. I then see what I'd guess is a nine or ten year old girl waving hysterically as she smiled at me with crazed eyes. Most adults would shake their head and ignore the kid... not me.
I matched her expression as best as I could, but I'm pretty sure mine was more maddening. I waved as though my life depended on it and my eyes got wider and my smile got crazier. Soon, this little girl not only stopped, but she looked confused and, dare I say, a little bit scared. I'm not sure if I taught this little girl a lesson or scarred her for life today, but either way... mission accomplished.
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