Giddy

Bumper Cars

Okay, this story is super embarrassing for me, but here you go:

In Idaho, I went to this sort of indoor amusement park that was like a tricked out Chuck E. Cheese I guess. It's called Wahooz, for anyone who reads this and would happen to know. Anyways, there was a ropes course and rock climbing, go karts and an arcade. Most importantly, there were bumper cars.

The most fun that we had, after trying everything out, was the bumper cars area. We had gone there several times, and the guy working that area pretty much knew who we were after a while. Actually, he specifically knew my sister and I.

At the entrance, there are these white baskets to put loose items in, specifically phones. My sister and I placed our phones in there every time and it was routine: get your wristband scanned, drop the phones in the basket, bump some cars, then get off to pick up the phones. By the end of the night, it had become a joke with this employee.

And--you guessed it--this guy was really attractive. To me, at least. His smile was charming and I was just hooked.

So let me back up to this time I was in a Wendy's drive-thru with two of my other friends: we had decided to go get frosties because there was this special that they were only fifty cents. I'm in the back seats, one of my friends driving of course, and then my friend in shotgun. My friend up in shotgun was looking at the guy strangely, I suspected because he perhaps knew him. She even followed up to my friend who was driving, "When we get our stuff, drive away as fast as you can."

The point comes where we get our desserts, and my friend at shotgun yells, "You're attractive!" to the guy at the window. Well, my friend driving hadn't even gotten the chance to set the frosties down yet, so there was an awkward pause before we left. Embarrassing, right?

Back to the guy at the bumper cars. He had made a couple jokes into the microphone after announcing safety things and other stuff that was probably protocol. He had said something along the lines of, "Make sure to pick up whatever you left in the baskets... but I think I know who these are."

At the same time, I'm texting my friends about this super cute guy where I'm at and one of my friend tells me that I "gotta get pics."So on the last ride of his shift, I line up with my sister, and try and take this low key stalker video of him, to get a possible screenshot from and such (yup, these are the ways of a master). 

As we go in, he makes a joke about the baskets and I giggle and as he's doing his usual spiel--which I had heard for probably the tenth time that night--he stumbles on his words and he chuckles (it was freaking adorable) and we make eye contact in that moment. And there are only like three or four other people on this final ride so I guess I was the best choice to be looking at.

Bump the cars, me fighting exhaustion, trying to look like I'm still having the time of my life, blah blah blah...

We're exiting, and after I say a thank you I tell him, in a really rushed tone I think and probably not very clearly, "I think you're attractive," and run away. My sister told me later that he had a sort of look of surprise and said a thank you to my compliment.

So I'm laughing and my mom is sort of picking up on what happened, and as we're going out the door I make eye contact with the guy as he's crossing the floor. But our mother still tells us that we gotta go wash our hands before we live because, y'know, germs, so we go back just as I think he's disappeared.

Well, here's a fun fact: the staff break room is right in between the restrooms. So after washing up, we walk out and--OH, look who it is!--the guy is passing by us, and I can only shyly smile and look down at the ground and rush out of there as quickly as possible.

I get home--well, actually my friend's house where we're staying at--and I tell my friend all about it.

Just a snippet of information: my friend, her brother and his girlfriend were with my sister and I during the late afternoon and went home after we realized that my youngest sister could have totally tagged along also, so my sister and I went back with her but without my friends; I had spent a solid 5 hours or so at that place.

I then whip out the stalker video I had taken to show her of course after reliving the moment, to which I am surprised to hear her say, "I know him."

Moral of the story: small world. 

But seriously, I think about doing these embarrassing things more often because how often do we fantasize about that one attractive person we pass by that we're never going to see again?