How I Met the Mechanic’s Mother
So I’ve ben holding out on you. Mainly because I didn’t really think it was worth mentioning, seeing as how I’m leaving the country semi-permanently in two weeks (my visa for Korea just came in so I’m offff on the 25th!) and it’s obviously not going anyway…but I’ve been semi-seeing the Mechanic for the last couple of weeks.
He had texted me a while back and we met a couple of times strictly as friends. But then something in me just got tired of being mature and using my head…so instead I used something a little farther south ;) And we’ve been having fun ever since.
As he and I both know this “relationship” has an expiration date, it’s a little strange. I have my days where I could care less if I see him and then I have other (rarer) days where I flip out on him. I’ve yet to decide if these mood-swings are hormone-induced by my birth control, heartbreak-induced by my last “relationship”, or if they’re actually legit. My bet is on all three.
Anyway, the more fun part of the story: How I Met the Mechanic’s Mother.
In order to receive my visa, I needed to get an apostille on my criminal background check (in order for the Korean government to recognize it as an official document issued by the US government). Doing this required a trek down to the Secretary of State’s office and to avoid a meaningless trip, I called the office to confirm the procedure.
Office: Oh, you can just come on in with the document. It’ll take about ten minutes
Sweet. Off to downtown San Diego I went. Upon arrival…
Office: Our system’s actually been down for the last couple of days. You’ll have to come back on Monday.
Me: Uhh, but I called this morning to check.
Office: Well, it’s down. You’ll have to come back.
Me: Wonderful. Thanks (…Bitch*)
To which I angrily proceeded to tell friends&family what happened. That night, I was sharing the story with the Mechanic, when he interrupted me.
Mechanic: Wait, where did you have to go?
Me: The Secretary of State’s Office.
Mechanic: Isn’t that downtown, like on Front St?
Me: Yeah, it’s on Front & Ash.
Mechanic: Did a black lady help you?
Me: Yeah…
Mechanic: With glasses?
Me: Yeah…
Mechanic: (laughing) That’s my mom!
As in holyyyyy shit, I not only MET THE MECHANIC’S MOM but I also CALLED HER A BITCH. Not to her face, BUT STILL. AND I HAD TO GO SEE HER AGAIN. (Only, thank goddd, she was in a meeting!)
And that, ladies and gents, is the crazyyyyy-ass story of How I Met the Mechanic’s Mother.
