Like most parents are forced to do, I was waiting for my kids to get out of whatever dance, sport, music, or craft lesson they were taking. This class happened to be in the town’s community center so I was waiting in the huge center portion of the building, just outside the room. I sat on the floor and watched all the other cursed parents scattered around, chatting in pairs or groups. I was alone but wasn’t feeling lonely. I was just observing and waiting.

I glanced up at the domed, glassed ceiling and spotted something way off in the distance. It was a pitch black dot moving erratically around the dome. It was zig-zagging against the whiteness of the lighted glass.

I watched as this ginormous fly changed course and drunkenly flew closer to my side of the large room. It weaved closer and closer and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It straightened it’s flight pattern the last five feet as I continued to watch and wondered when it would veer off.

I shit you not … that fat fly flew straight towards me and literally bonked me on the forehead. It was the damndest thing!

All alone, sitting on the floor of the crowded room, I laughed.