Within a week, I began a short-term internship at a church in Pasadena. Older than all the other interns by a good five years or more, I was overqualified. But it was a way to get my foot in the door in the big-wide world of Los Angeles. And I wanted to learn from this community of believers and influential leaders.
It was a season for memory-making. Everything was new. I was eager to experience what I could. I might have been the only person in LA willing to drive from the Inland Empire to Malibu just because I could. I remember chatting excitedly with the Verizon employee getting my new LA number and he smirked, “You’re not from around here, are you?” Was it that obvious?
My roommates and I just went to The Fray concert in Hollywood, still on a high that we just met Isaac Slade by chance after the show, we agreed to cruise The Boulevard. At a stop light, I turned to the car next to me–politely smiling and nodding, as any courteous Midwesterner would do. The driver smiled and rolled down his window, “Pull over.” Yeah, right. I drove on. Simultaneously rolling to the next light, he waved us over again. Always game for a good story, I was curious.
The stranger got out of his hair salon decal-covered car. Seriously, what’s the worst that could happen with THIS guy? He announced, “You have fabulous hair!” This was not the greeting I expected. “I do hair for Bono,” he continued. Okay, now we’re talking. That’s amazing! He gave me his card and disappeared.
Pleased with yet another LA story under my belt, I drove away, my head haughtily held high. A few moments of silence slipped by, then my roommates confessed, “Cindy, he didn’t say Bono. He said porno.”
3 thoughts on “31 Days of My Life as Shebraham: Day 4”
I’m enjoying learning how your story unfolded. I can’t wait to continue reading throughout the month.
Oh my gosh!!!
Thought you’d like that!