Moon Over...

I was born and raised in New Jersey, just 45 minutes outside of the Big Apple. A city gal through and through, when I first moved to California I was instantly drawn to Hollywood because it was the only city I could find in Southern California that resembled New York – bright lights, lots of tourists, constant motion and its fair share of crazy people.

Fast forward 35 years – I now live in the heart of suburbia in the San Fernando Valley. Canoga Park is the complete opposite of Hollywood. Nothing is open at night except 24 Hour Fitness and without anything of interest to see in Canoga Park, finding a tourist wouldn’t be a rarity, it would be a news worthy event.

Having said all that, there are those rare moments when I do encounter someone who acts a bit Hollywood-ish AKA Crazy. Last Saturday I had to mail a package for a swap and went to our local post office. It’s usually a rather mundane task, but this time something  happened that made the experience, shall we say out of the ordinary?

 

 

While waiting on line, I noticed that the guy in front of me, a good-looking dude with long blond hair, surfer shorts and a tee shirt was…barefoot. Yep, he wasn’t wearing shoes! But wait, that wasn’t what made him memorable. Completing his transaction, he bent over and…mooned me!!!  

I immediately felt the need to cover my eyes, but I realized that this would have been a completely normal occurrence if I still lived in Hollywood. And then, for one moment, I was that 20 something, free-spirited, love child who still lived in Hollywood. So I opened my eyes wide and took a good look at surfer dudes tush! As I left the Post Office I realized that I didn’t need Hollywood. Crazy would follow me whenever I lived.

Ever have something funny happen at the Post Office? Ever been mooned? If so, please do share.