Wouldn't this make for a shitty day?
First of all, having it out with your mother over some shoes, and then over a blanket, and then over some more shoes...?
And then seeing a fight between your sister and her man? Watching them break up then being asked to help pack his stuff to send him on his merry way...?
And then going to a ball game to find that your youngin didn't have the costume to wear with the other dance kittens?
And then on the way home to back your car into a STATE TROOPER'S car at a railroad crossing when you thought you had your car in drive and it was actually in reverse? ... a Kentucky State trooper at that.
(I will not laugh. I will not laugh. I will NOT laugh)
And then to find that you left your drivers license at home, in your little plastic pouch along with your registration and proof of insurance?
And then to find that your kids who were legally buckled in the car had unbuckled to see what those blinking lights were behind you, so that the STATE trooper saw them looking and thought they weren't buckled at all, even though the car seat and booster seat was right there in the back seat?
And then to try to pull the car over as he asked but to feel a thump and to know in your gut that your tire is flat, so you try telling him but he won't let you open your car door to look? And then to have him look for you and sure as hell, it's flat as a flitter?
And then this state trooper shakes his finger in your face and starts yelling at you that you can't do that, and he yells asking if you're listening.. loudly enough for passersby to hear?
And then he does a search on your social security number to see if you really do have a valid license, and instead of saying yes i found it, says.. you need to send these children home with your mother-in-law, ma'am, as if he's found something serious enough to send you to the electric chair?
And then to have everyone leave you alone with said Kentucky State Trooper.
And then to watch your dad and grampa drive by and leave you there with him?
And it's all the while pouring this very cold rain. (Did I mention, in this what if, that it's very dark outside, and people are driving by, staring like you're one of the 10 most wanted on the pictures in the post office...?)
And then he makes you sit there 45 minutes while his boss comes from Harlan to write up the report because that's protocol for when someone hits a state trooper?
And then when it's over, your mom tells you to give her the boots. *laughs*
Yeah, that'd make for a very shitty day in my book. Look at the bright side, youngin.. tomorrow will definately have to be better!
Posted by juel at December 8, 2005 11:45 PM