It Must Just Be Me….
I have already confessed to being a less than perfect driver, although I’ve never been at fault in an accident. I did have my car totaled once (just about twelve years ago as a matter of fact, as it was the day before Labor Day), but that was by a drunk driver who didn’t bother with a stop sign and nailed me. I also had the snowplow demolish the back end of the car I currently drive last Christmas Eve.
Ho, ho, ho.
So what am I drifting into? Driving with Dee.
It’s enough to make me haul out my rosary beads.
She is, without a doubt, one of the worst drivers I have ever been with. Granted, I drive almost everywhere, but in the future on the rare occasions she volunteers, I think I’ll decline.
She drove the five miles (might have been less) to the meeting we had to go to the other night. This involved a major road, Route 9, which is a direct route from Worcester to Boston. It’s stop and go, because of stoplights and all the restaurants and malls along the way, but you are expected to travel at about 50mph.
I don’t think we got over 25 mph. At one point a truck was trying to decide whether or not to pull into traffic and she STOPPED DEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD UNTIL HE MADE UP HIS MIND. It was all I could do not to gasp out loud and start praying.
If I hadn’t found religion in a cab in New York City a year ago, this would have done it for me. (I’ll have to remember that story for a time I can’t think of anything to write about.)
Tonight we decided to meet for dinner then go shopping afterwards. We were in separate cars and it wouldn’t have been convenient to leave one at the restaurant. Dee didn’t know how to get to where we’re going, because it involved a cloverleaf. This cloverleaf has been here for at least twenty years. She’s lived here all her life, fifty something years.
So I explained how to get there and as it was clear she had no idea of what I was talking about I told her to follow me. I waited till Route 9 was TOTALLY clear before I left the parking lot, and knew that she had plenty of time as well. We just needed to stay in the lane we exited into, no turns or anything were involved.
She didn’t leave the parking lot. She waited until all three lanes of the highway were totally clear. What the hell is with that????
Her car isn’t that big.
I had to leave the road and pull into another parking lot to wait for her and it took almost five minutes for her to mosey along. We had less than three miles to go to get from the restaurant to the store!!
I just don’t get it!
And I didn’t buy a single thing.
Waste.
I spent the day pretending I was doing stuff around the apartment.
Actually, I did clear some alien life forms from my fridge. Now it’s really empty, so I absolutely must go grocery shopping this weekend,
I was wide-awake at 5.00 this morning. Payback for yesterday’s sleep-in. By 7.00 I gave up trying to go back to sleep and got up. I wanted coffee and a muffin so I decided to walk to Dunkin Donuts. I hadn’t checked the mail yesterday, and stopped in that building on my way to get the coffee.
I have had the biggest smile on my face since.
Michael sent me a postcard of England. From New York. It was postmarked September 1.
I laughed out loud. He has claimed that he sent me a postcard when he was in England earlier this summer because he knew it would be a total surprise to me. He was getting a kick out of the fact that he’d done this.
Well it never arrived.
I’m personally convinced that the girlfriend found it and tossed it out. I would have in her place.
I have kept teasing him about not really having sent it, or having put it on a rowboat, but he vehemently insists that he really did send it.
So he sent one from New York to make up for the lost card.
It made my day. My week even.
Of course I don’t take this just at face value. She of the low self-esteem has to analyze this to death. What it means is that he had a good time when we got together and five days after we got together he thought of me and wanted to send something that would make me happy.
It required thought and effort.
I really am very happy.
I wonder if the girlfriend knows?
I so wish we lived in closer proximity so we could play this out in person.
But it’s not meant to be.
I can’t think about that. I will clutch this postcard and be happy that I have it.
I am happy.
Should I laminate it?
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