What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?
Some days when you’re down for a variety of reasons and just…sulking, something so wonderful happens out of the clear blue sky that makes you realize that yes! It’s all going to be okay.
Today wasn’t that day.
I hopped in the car, already grump-o from a series of totally annoying and stupid events, and was feeling kind of down after a weekend visit with my family (long story…), and I was so sure things would be looking up when I realized that while I had the AC fired up full speed, I was sweating enough to soak through my shirt and I was starting to smell. Yummy!
My car air conditioner broke and was actually spitting out hot air. It’s July in Florida. Do the math. Sooo, I sighed heavily and thought that while it’s true, we have had an alarming number of costly things happen to us in the last few months, an air conditioner isn’t that bad, even though my warranty expired last week and yes! It could be worse! We can swing this!
I took in a deep breath, cranked up the music and rolled down the window with REM on shuffle. Happy! Sun! Cool breezes! And then…after pulling out of a light, the car next to me decided to empty his ashtray out the window going 45 MPH. I hardly knew what happened when I felt things fly by my face and I was surrounded by an overwhelming stench of dirty ashes and burning cigarettes. The entire contents of the ashtray whipped through the air at lightning speed, and landed exactly in my passenger seat, after taking a detour all over my chest and face. A still-lit butt was slowly burning its way through my floor carpet on the passenger side, and my white shirt was completely coated in foul-smelling ash, while my windblown hair reeked of a strip club in Syracuse.
I’m in bed with a vodka tonic. Tomorrow will be better.
*REM of course. It was on repeat as the whole disaster was shaking out.
**And I’d like to point out that this is the second time someone else’s smoke caused me pain. Remember the rogue joint I almost got arrested for?
13 comments July 5th, 2006