What I am about to tell you is something that I am confident will never be witnessed again in my lifetime. Or yours. It's the type of event that happens maybe once every few lifetimes.
When I was 6 I saw Hailey's Comet. My mom and dad told me that if I lived another 76 years I could see it again. I'm willing to bet that I will have the unique opportunity of seeing Hailey's Comet twice in a lifetime but am willing to bet everything that I will never witness what I saw at lunch yesterday ever again.
I was at lunch at Dos Amigos in downtown Concord around lunchtime with a buddy from work. I lost a bet about a month ago - I took the Pats to beat the Ravens and I was sorely disappointed so it was time to pay up.
We ordered our lunches and plopped down at the lunch bar that faces Main Street. It was sunny, about 40 degrees out, it was a pretty nice day. About 10 feet in front of us a woman pulled up to the curb, stepped over the snowbank and proceeded to turn her back to us and pump quarters into the meter.
Again - it's lunchtime, it's busy as hell all around downtown Concord, people are everywhere.
We're talking about God knows what and we're looking out the window when we both see this woman's pants fall down around her ankles. Now, I don't mean they sorta dropped down a bit or were sagging, I mean, they were around her fucking ankles.
Normally I would be like "whoa man, that sucks!" as a person hurries up and pulls them back up, hoping no one noticed.
But that didn't happen.
You see, she kept feeding the meter, pants around her ankles for a good 15-20 seconds before proceeding to pick them up and proceed on her merry way.
To say we were blown away would never do it justice. A woman who I think either owns or manages Dos Amigos was on her Macbook behind us, on a cell phone, and had the same reaction as we did.
"OMFG, do you know what I just saw??? This lady standing in front of the restaurant had her pants fall down and she didn't even care!"
I wish we could have waited out the 90 minutes on her meter and hit her with 20 questions but we couldn't. I'll always wonder.
If I wasn't there and someone told me the story I probably wouldn't believe them. But dammit. What the fuck. I won't be forgetting February 18, 2010 anytime soon.
Like Nick said, "We'll always have Dos Amigos".
