You know how old people are. They live in the past. And so from the past, a day in the life of me, the curmudgeon.
My daughter has me use the family van as I don’t have a car. Well it’s part of a deal we made but that’s not here nor there.
The Van is nice and I have been driving it for a few years now. But every once in a while her husband takes it for what ever reason, mainly to stuff all his cycling equipment in and that it drives nice. When that happens I have to use Chris’s car, a Ford Focus.
To say I don’t like her car is being very nice. Well I had to take it today to go to the museum. I was running late and thought I would take my tea and drink it along the way when i remembered I was taking her car.
Sitting inside her car is like sitting in her purse. She has cutesy garbage cans, little bags here and there and tons of Kleenex boxes for the nose, disinfectants and hand wipes.
I used to drive an RX7 and it had more room then her car. I groaned as I realized I was going to be driving my daughters home away from home.
I stuffed my carry all that has the things I need for tours at the museum and my purse in the small space in the backseat. I put my lap top in the trunk and then got in and put my tea in the holder.
As I backed out, her country music station was on. Half way down the street I tried to read her radio that has pictures flashing, lines jumping up and down and little, tiny, microscopic buttons to push on the radio. None of which change the station. I pulled over and for 5 minutes tried to figure out how to find NPR. I could only find the damned classical station that so infuriates me that I often think of withdrawing my contribution to NPR as they play so much classical and jazz that… wait I digress. So I can’t find anything as the station won’t change and I decide to listen to the classical instead of the fuzzy sounds.
At the stop light I take a drink of my tea and the light changes and I go to put my tea back into the holder which is set into a cave like receptacle as it is so dark under the dashboard I can’t see. So I put the car in first and am blindly poking around with the cup to find the holder and there is no holder. I quickly put the cup in my left hand and try to feel around on the bottom.
I feel some kind of lump where the holder was supposed to be. I pull it out while I am trying to keep up with traffic in first gear and barely able to steer the car. I put it in second as I enter the freeway but I have to get this cup out of my hand as I can’t steer and there is no place to set the cup down. I reach down with my right hand pull the lump out of the holder toss it to the passenger side and deftly put the cup inside.
At last. In the back of my mind though, I’m thinking is that cup safe or is it going to fall out? I reach down and it is sitting quite still. I’m driving for 20 minutes doing OK then I reach the museum go around the curve to get to it and my tea-cup falls out of the holder, on to my clothes and the floor and I am soaking wet. Now i can’t go to the museum.
I pull into a parking lot to assess the damages. Nope I have to go home. Ugh. I have to drive another 20 minutes listening to that music. I put on my glasses and try to figure out the station while I’m in the lot. Now, I’ve lost the music and I am listening to loud static as the knob to turn the music down does not work. I’m totally enraged by now and have called the car every name I can think of, I’m cursing Alika for his stupid radio and I am mad because my whole day has just been shot. I punch and punch the buttons hoping one will turn a station on but no luck.
I back out of the lot and give one last stab at the radio to shut it off and lo and behold it shuts off. I pull out of the lot trying to console myself with the fact that it’s OK to listen to silence and that I don’t need to be taking in the state of the world all of the time and that I can listen to my thoughts every once in a while. I turn the curve to get on to the freeway and the radio flies out of the dashboard and on to the floor of the car. Serious thoughts of ramming the car into the wall on the freeway pass through my mind all the way home.
When I arrive home I see what had happened. Her cup holder has another one inside of it that comes out. When I took my tea out to drink it, It stuck to the cup, fell back in and turned upside down and hence I could not figure out where the cup holder went.
I will not drive that car again. I will stay home and rot before I do. As I sit here writing this, there is one very happy being in this
room though and he is laying at my feet. Max. Thank god for him. I’m now calming down.