Distratcted
I’m distracted these days.
There are too many things to get done and to do and my room looks like a three year old ran rampant in it, unattended for about 7 horrifically sugar induced minutes. Work, writing projects, long and delightful correspondences, and the drama/scandal/delight which is BlindDateBlog.
Tonight I have a writing deadline which I need to attack, and some minor personal life maintenance things to deal with.
Additionally, I am surprisingly calm in spite of the fact that my car was hit & run today.
At 6:18 pm I exited and was at the stoplight which is slightly uphill. A car with the license plate that I memorized, was parked ahead of me. As the woman leaned over her seat to reach over, she came backwards at me and hit me with a thump. I immediately put my hazards on, stepped out of my car to look at the damage.
My car, mind you, is a Saturn. Which means many body panels behave like Tupperware. I walked over to the woman who was still in her car and she rolled down the window.
Moi to her “Are you ok?
Her “….” (no response)
Moi “Uh.. you rolled back and hit me..”
Her to me “No”
And then she just sped off without turning back. I hopped back in the car and called the police. The truth of the matter is, that the damage was minimal but there is a healthy scratch on my bumper. I would have been totally fine with the lovetap if she had at least stepped out of the car to acknowledge what had happened. Instead of bothering to talk to me she just sped off and tried to get away from me before I could memorize her license plate. Bitch. Too bad for her. A traffic report will be rammed up her ass shortly.
But I still smile.
Earlier this evening, while talking with my pops on the phone, he shared with me the speech that he gave last weekend at my brother’s wedding reception.
“Oh, uh… I just say thank you for coming…and you know… My son he marry over one year ago…and he and his wife still not live in same home…and then I say sorry …no drink because restaurant have no license for that selling alcohol…”
“So you didn’t say anything mushy for your son?”
“What for? Nah…”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there…”
“Yeah, I know…everybody ask where you are…I tell them you start new job so can’t come”
“You should have told them that I ran away from them asking when it would be my turn”
(Dad chortles and snorts into a series of giggles)
“So work ok?”
“Yup Daddy, it’s just fine. It’s moving moving.”
“I thinking, you maybe save money, buy new car…”
“I was thinking that too, my car’s got a load of miles on it”
“You should buy (insert name of obscenely oversized and gas guzzling tank of a domestic car here)”
“Uh, no”
“Why not?”
“Dad, gas is almost $2.00 a gallon here”
“So move closer to work then, don’t have to drive so much”
“Dad, my rent would double”
“ohhhhhhhhhhh….so you already thinking about that?”
“Yup Daddy…”
“I thinking last year (when you were humbled beyond measure as a santa’s helper and dating for sushi) that you learn good how to responsible yourself”
“Yes Daddy”
“Try to save and plan future. Your future, only for you.”
“Yes Daddy, I know.”
“Daddy so smart.”
“Yes Daddy, I’ don’t know why the papers don’t interview you as a genius”
“(chortle snort) Daddy not zjeeniyous. Daddy just know.”
“Yes Daddy.”
“No trouble ok?”
“No trouble daughter.I promise.”
“Ok. No trouble daddy too.”
“Love you, Daddy.”
“Yeah, I love you tooo my only daughter”
(insert smile here…the kind that warms from the inside of your chest and radiates outward from your skin to say that there are few things else that make you as easily happy and comfortable with the world)
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