Jealous Man
The races were good. I plan to have photos up by Tuesday. Get excited.
So you know how I’m really friendly and I’ll talk to anyone who’ll listen to me? Well that paid off on Sunday. While wandering the Garage area before the NASCAR race, I ran into this black guy who was all in NASCAR official clothes. I walked over to him and said hello and started asking him questions. I asked if he was part of a pit crew, and he told me that he was a NASCAR official. He’s like one of the referees of NASCAR. In fact, there are only three black NASCAR officials, and he was the first one ever hired. We talked for a while and he was very friendly. He introduced me to some guy who owns a bunch of race teams and he pointed out the President of NASCAR to me as well. Then he asked me if I had ever been on pit road. I told him that I thought I had, but I wasn’t sure. Apparently, before the start of a race, the cars are lined up in two rows and people have to stand behind a partition to take pictures of the cars. Not Mama Kiki! Mr. Official took me beyond the partition where I was able to get up close and personal with the cars of Jeff Gordon, Kasey Khane, and Dale Earhardt Jr. Not that I like racing or anything, but I do love me some celebrities. Mr. Official was apparently officiating Jeff Gordon’s car that day, and he told me to look for him on TV whenever Gordon went to the pits. After that he showed me where all the drivers would be entering for their drivers meeting and where I could get some autographs (haha! Like I wanted those!). So when the time came for the drivers to walk by, I asked this lady to tell me which ones were the drivers and I’d take their pictures. I got a few good pics but I’m not real sure who the folks were. But anyway, Mr. Official and I exchanged business cards and I told him that the next time he was in town, I would take him and his friends around Lansing. So now, for the second race in a row, people have wondered why lil Miss Black girl gets special treatment (I got a police escort on my first trip to the track).
So I told The Cop this story last night. And he got a teeny tiny bit jealous! It was kinda cute. After I finished my story, he asked, “So how old was this guy?” And I was like, oh around 50ish. I think he was married or whatnot….are you jealous? And he just hemmed and hawed for a while. I thought it was cute that he was concerned that Mr. Official was trying to move in on me. How cute. Little does he know that Kiki was with Old Man for a while, and by all guesstimates, he was older than Father Time. We just won’t mention that to The Cop.
