Because what I really want is to know about you, this is Friendly Friday. I'll ask a question, you answer. Pretty easy, right? Hold tight as I explain where I'm going, and wait for the question.
Yesterday I got my tires checked. After my name was called, and I had changed into a lovely pink top with strings, I joined a few other women in a smaller, more private inner room. I sat with my magazine and started to read when I realized something was wrong with my top. It wasn't tied right, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong. One of the ladies, a joyful older gal, noticed my fiddling with it and started to giggle. "Not you too?" Apparently, it's a universal problem.
Her friend, a take-charge blond about 20 or more years older than I, ordered, "Stand up. I'll help you."
And I obeyed.
She walked over
Untied my top
Wrapped me right
And tied me up again.
Strangely, it didn't feel weird: this woman I'd never set eyes on before re-robing my braless self (she did it modestly).
In a waiting room of women dressed in pink tie-tops, it felt like . . . . Sisterhood. She and I and the other women waiting for their squeezes and waiting for what we hoped was good news, bonded.
So, my question to you: When was the last time you felt a sisterhood bond with a complete stranger?
I really want to know.