Today was my day off, so I did my usual wild-and-reckless thing and took a walk around the Square. Approaching the crosswalk I saw a girl in the distance, and it looked just like Dr. Isobel Stevens (Katherine Heigl's character on Grey's Anatomy) was walking towards me. My long-distance vision has been blurry for a few years now, though, so I thought I'd withhold the accolades until we were closer.

We exchanged quick smiles in each other's direction, and wow, she really looked a lot like Katherine Heigl! Holy hot! She was wearing a cool little funky-artsy outfit, which separated her from the usual dullards around here.

Discretely, I tried to catch a glance of her rear view and saw her get in her car. As I crossed the crosswalk she was behind me, but rather than driving on she parked at the sidewalk where I was standing. Clearly, just as I had thought she looked like Dr. Stevens she must have thought I looked like Dr. McDreamy, and realized she couldn't leave the Square without meeting me. She was going to flag me down.

Nah, of course not. She went in a law office; Legal Aid of Cobb. Guess she was just moving her car. I noticed she had a sticker in the back window that said, "LAW: Ole Miss." She must've been some attorney's sexy young understudy, preparing to burn the evening oil under a mountain of legal briefs to achieve her lawyer dreams. What a turn-on!

Thinking quickly, I got in my car and carefully aimed for her rear bumper. With a quick tap to the gas I left a fist-sized dent. I then wrote a quick note on a piece of legal paper (befitting the situation, you see), saying, "So sorry about the dent. Please contact me about financial reparations," and left it under her windshield wiper. I expect to get a phone call and for the romance to begin any minute now.

I made up that last paragraph, but that would've been some real out-of-the-box thinking, wouldn't it? Or out-of-my-mind thinking, I'm not sure. Do posts like this signal that I have a mental problem?

The picture above is actually Katherine Heigl, of course, not the girl on the Square.