I have started to get oddly anxious about leaving random acts disks on people's cars.
I don't know when it started, or why, but every time I drop one off now; I am more and more afraid of getting caught.
I'm pretty sure I can't think of anything more embarrassing than trying to explain to a total stranger why I'm leaving a CD on their car. I can only imagine that I would stammer and stutter and make a complete fool of myself.
"I just wanted to put a smile on your face" doesn't sound quite as cool when it's being said face to face with someone I've never actually met before.
Neat idea in theory, but completely dorky when you try to explain it to someone in person.
So, I've started to become a bit more covert. Looking around for minutes before hopping out of my car. Ensuring that no one (and I mean no one) is around to spy me dropping disks on people's vehicles like the random acts fairy I fancy myself to be.
I left one in the parking lot of the chiropractor’s office yesterday. Because yes, I did return. If only because I would really like to get my back to some level of normalcy before being trapped in bed for a week post surgery.
Plus, it kind of has the perfect parking lot for disk dropping.
And in keeping with yesterday's theme of hope for one day, the next song on the playlist is:
Matisyahu, One Day
P.S. I'm getting kind of ridiculously excited to bring a few of these disks to Cali with me. I just picture these tunes belonging somewhere with surf and sand and sun.
ADSPACE
