The summer of two thousand and eight, the boyfriend and I were walking around a park on the California peninsula, when he spotted a group of people playing horseshoes. One of them was wearing overalls, and at the sight the BF's face lit up like he had just seen the most awesome thing in "le monde entier".
In fact, he was so excited about it that he pulled out his camera phone and asked the group if he could take their picture. Slightly mortified, I hid behind a tree in an attempt to imply that I was not associated with him, but it was too late as they already knew.
Actually, it was very cute and endearing. The horseshoe players thought it was great that he wanted a memento of their sport. Besides they too got an amusing anecdote to tell all their friends. So, it was a win-win.
Well, last night driving on the Boulevard Péripherique, I spotted a green Mercedes sedan out my right hand mirror that's steering wheel was also on the right. I just about died of excitement. Delighted, I pointed it out to the BF and his friend R., who both looked at me like I was insane.
Apparently this is a common sight, so they didn't know what all the fuss was about. I had to explain that "This is my horseshoe moment! Think about it, nowhere, on the CONTINENT of North America, can you find a car with the steering wheel on the right side."
The BF doubted me, so we added the caveat, "Unless, they are super rich and want one for fun, but they don't count cause they're not normal."
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