A few weeks ago, a friend posted her sweet find on fb. She posted about Rosita, who sells hair bows at various locations around town.
By sells hair bows, I mean out of the trunk of her car.
By various locations, I mean random parking lots until she is kicked out of said parking lots.
So I made contact, and custom ordered Dallas Stars bottle cap bows from the talented lady then set out to make my purchase.
Her fb status read “by taco bell at 5.”
Ok. I can work with that. I knew what street she was supposed to be on and the general location of that taco bell.
I found said taco bell and no bows.
I checked her fb again, which was updated to read “at the dentist BY the taco bell.”
Mk. I head down the street a bit.
Empty parking lot.
Just as I am about to call it anday, her fb updates to say she’s on her way to work. It’s 6pm. NOT 5pm, like originally posted.
Also, by this point, other mommas are starting to roam the streets, looking for the bow lady. We are all circling each other in various parking lots, but not acknowledging each other.
She finally pulls up, and I make the deal. Yes, deal. Because at this point, I feel like I’m making a questionable transaction.
She pulls out my custom bows and slyly shows them to me. Like another hockey fan might jump me for them. If they were Rangers bows, I would understand. I spy a few flower bows for Bit and her cousin ($1 each!) and hand over my cash.
Did I mention that there is a sign in the parking lot that warns of 24 hour SURVEILLANCE!!
Next time I track her down (and I will, I promised to share my secret with my sister), I think I may wear a hat, hoodie and dark glasses.
**I would post a pic of my awesome bows, but the blog is anti pics until someone has time to fix it **