True Story – LOL – about being gifted in an unusual way and the moment it must be shared with grandkids

True Story – LOL – about being gifted in an unusual way and the moment it must be shared with grandkids ~

I have one attribute, one alone, in which I am considered gifted.

It’s my ability to change (as in clothing) in a car without being seen, noticed or the slightest hint conspicuous. To anyone. Ever. Anywhere. Any time.

I don’t know which genetic mutation created this mysterious skill of skills. It most definitely did not travel the link from my Mom. No, siree. Rita would be mortified just reading about this, never mind having created it.

What brings this gift to mind this morning is a photo and message that Barry sent to me on Saturday morning, a photo of my 11-year old grandson Alex holding a bra – yes, bra – that belongs to me.

The poor guy. All he expected was for Pops to take him to a basketball game.

What Alex had discovered was a black bra on the floor of the seat well.

Well, then…

So Pops did when men do best.

Passed the ball.

My phone rang. It was Alex. The conversation went something like this…

Alex:  Grandma????
Me: Yes?
Alex: This????
Me: Simple explanation, Honey. I was out of my house early yesterday morning, dressed up. I needed a bra. A good one. I generally wear a sports bra. More comfortable. WAY more comfortable. I didn’t have time to change because I had a several things to do during the day, then meet Pop-up for dinner and the ballet last night. The dressy bra was killing me. You will never know this pain. So I took it off in the car, while Pop-up was driving, while still wearing a seat belt, of course, from under a coat, a jacket, a blouse. I folded it and put it in the chair well. No-one saw. No-one ever does. I’m a Ninja.

Silence.

Alex: O—kay.

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I mean, I had to tell the truth. I guess he’s old enough to know my skillz set. I am gifted in changing in a car.

I hope he recovers.

One day long, long ago, I realized that changing in my car saves lots of time. I have perfected this skill, this gift. I can change from a bathing suit and flip flops to dinner attire and heels in the whisk of a towel cover-up, always while wearing a seat belt.

Barry remains astounded at this skill, this gift.

I’m a Ninja.

The bra thing?

Amateur.

And, oh… I’m curious which grandchild will recognize this gift in him-or-herself. A little chip off the old-gal block’s gene pool – LOL!

Will make me proud.

 

 

True Story – LOL – about being gifted in an unusual way and the moment it must be shared with grandkids was last modified: December 19th, 2016 by Sharon Couto
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