Every once in a while, I enjoy reading the Missed Connections posts on craigslist. The majority of them are good for a laugh, although some of them seem more genuine and thus make me a little sad. Like this one, titled “Met in Home Depot”:
I really hope you see this! We met & chatted for quite a while, I finished my project, but needed to return to the store for something else…Did you get your problem fixed?…What did you “lend” me, just so I know it’s you!
Posts like that make me think of Ghost World, a great little indie movie (starring Thora Birch, Scarlett Johansson, and Steve Buscemi and based on a graphic novel of the same name), if anyone is interested. Anyway, as much as I love reading these, a little part of me can’t help but wonder why no one has ever written one to ME! I would love to be a craigslist Missed Connection. I can see it now…
To the brunette at Platinum Fitness: I was jogging behind you when you nearly fainted and fell off of your treadmill. You looked so elegant and graceful as the cleaning lady caught you. I wanted to go up to you but you were busy talking to two burly trainers who helped you get your bearings. Hopefully I will see you again someday.
Girl in the silver Corolla on Bloomfield Ave: I cut you off in front of Panera, and it was the greatest decision I’ve ever made. After laying on your horn for a solid 10 seconds, you switched into the left lane. Then, as luck (fate?) would have it, we met at the next red light. As you flailed your arms wildly and flipped me the bird, I can only wish that among the expletives that escaped from your lips, you would have also shouted out your phone number. If you see this, send me a message and tell me what kind of car I was driving.
Yesterday at the Bloomfield Stop & Shop: You were in the self check-out lane, and I was in the next lane over. I watched you scan your groceries with such focus and expertise. Minutes later, I watched you yell at a girl for bagging your groceries. You went on and on about how you had brought your own reusable bags (I too am going green!), and berated her for putting your carton of OJ on top of your eggs. I like a woman who stands up for herself and isn’t afraid of confrontation. We briefly made eye contact before you stormed out of the store. If you see this, meet me near the deli counter next Tuesday.