Facebook Note from 8/15/2009 ~ "Shopping Story"

So yesterday I went to Chicago to shop with a couple of friends. Laura Matus and Rose Tabo (not sure I spelled that right...her husband works for Peoria PD, knew Chuck, - great people). Anyway....we had just left IKEA and had pulled up to a stop light.....

I was gabbing as usual - talking about the kids (as usual) and I said, "Bonnie made "x" amount of money on her last check! I think she should go into sales." Laura looks at me and yells, "OHHHHh MYYY GOOOODDDD!!" Okay, well I didn't expect THAT reaction from her - it wasn't like THAT much money! But then I noticed the FEAR and panic in her face. I knew that either my eyeball had just popped out of my head or a crane ball was about to come crashing down on me. So I scream "WHAT! WHAT!??" Then I see it.....this big furry THING crawled between my eyes on my sun glasses. Now we were both screaming. I'm screaming "Get it off!" She just keeps screaming " OHH MYYY GOODD!!!!" Poor Rose is in the back seat screaming, "Let me out!" and she hasn't even seen it yet. She is also banging on the door b/c she wants out!

I finally flipped my glasses off, they landed on Laura and immediately we all opened our doors to try to jump out of the car. I'm stuck in my seatbelt but managed to stand outside while still hooked in it (never could do that trick again in a million years!). Laura is out, but holding herself because she is peeing her pants. Rose.....is still inside the car pounding and screaming on the window. The people who are not hysterically laughing at us are honking for us to move. Then this "THING" that was furry and leggy like a spider but buzzed like a bee flew off my glasses and out an open door.

We are laughing so hard at this point that we're flagging people to go around us - me with my seatbelt tangled all around me. All day long one of us would randomly start laughing and then we'd all end up laughing and crying about it again. I can still see Laura's face (Oh she had her sunglasses over her glasses so she just looked comical to begin with) when she is screaming at me. I can still picture poor Rose stuck in the back seat, banging on the door and window, panicked about the unknown "thing" she couldn't see.

Not an hour earlier both of these women were telling me how good they were in a crises!! How blood, guts, broken arms doesn't bother them. Hmmmm......maybe that's true, but if you ever find yourself with a hairy spider/bee "thing" crawling on your forehead - don't expect "calm" from either of them. : )