I Have A Super Power!

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Wish you had one, don’t ya? Maybe not after you hear this. And who would think an ordinary thirty-somethingish girl from Virginia by way of Florida originating from New Jersey with aspirations to return to the beach wherever that may be would one day have her very own, bonafide super power? Would that be considered a run-on sentence or just very long? No, it is not getting distracted by… ooo, pretty.  Sorry about that. Where was I? Oh, yes, my super power. Ready? It is… wait for it…

I*N*V*I*S*A*B*I*L*I*T*Y

Yeppers! Every time I get behind the wheel of a vehicle – POOF – no more Anne. This is no easy task either. I manage to cloak myself and any vehicle I may be driving. Sure, when I am in the Malibu I expect to blend in a bit. After all, it is an old person’s car. Seriously, it used to belong to an old person. It is a 1999 gold/brownish four door and not to memorable. I could almost understand no one seeing me in this. Heck, (yes, I cleaned up my word as this is a family blog) I almost expect to be cut off while driving the Malibu. I see a Malibu and think, “that person is going to drive really slow and I really want to get where I am going today“. You think in italics, don’t you?

But on this day I was not driving the Malibu. Heck, (and again) I rarely drive the Malibu anymore. Therefore, I must conclude that my ability to become invisible is indeed a super power. How else could one explain the canny ability of others to not see my very yellow, very smiley Jeep wrangler driving down [or up as was the instance today] the road? Really, I am not making this up! I have a picture around here somewhere. Oh, and the super power, really no one sees me while driving.

Saturday I drove over to Radford, with Stephen, to visit with Megan and bring her much needed food and clothing items. Now, it is nothing new to be unseen in my own backyard – figuratively speaking – in my own county, that is. But, in an area where my beautiful yellow [smiley face, I am still looking for that picture] jeep is not usually seen I would think someone would see me. Noooo. The car [Mercedes, maybe] pulled out of the convenience store parking lot and into the road. Not even a pause and they were in front of me. You did not see me? Really? Guess it is a good thing I saw YOU.

I know I am a bit shy. I avoid eye contact as a way to keep to myself. Even online I am a bit reserved. Maybe this adds to my super power. Maybe after years of diverting my eyes and reserving my person I have fine tuned my invisabilitiness [poetic license]. Honed and at its peak, I can cause others to not see me by a simple thought and a bending of the will. It could happen. Oh, here is that picture. What? You don’t see it? It is right there.