2) A crisp, bright car caught my attention one morning while walking the dog. I speed-dialed a friend to let them know I suddenly had an inspiration to go on a road trip this weekend.
3) The phone rang early in the morning. It was my boss. “So,” she said crisply . “Are you coming in today, or what?” My mind raced through a litany of snarky come-backs, like a speeding car at the Grand Prix. “No,” I replied. “It’s Veteran’s Day,” I brightly chided.
4) Speeding through my list of to-dos over a cup of coffee, I remembered I had also made an appointment to take the car into the shop the next morning. While my car was in the shop, I had the bright idea to spend the day shopping for a new pair of shoes and the perfect crisp, white spring blouse.
5) “Phone!” I yelled from the shower.
“Speeding Car!” he yelled back.
“Speeding Car!” he repeated.
“The phone! It’s ringing! Answer it!” I clarified.
“Speeding car!” he yelled once again, and with that the phone went to voice mail. Whoever was calling was forced to leave a message.
Later that night I asked, “What was all that about a speeding car this morning?”
“Dunno,” he said. I stared at my son, wondering how long this phase would last.
“Who called, anyway?”
“What’d ol’ cousin Crisp want this time?” I joshed.
“He had some bright idea about something stupid, same friggin’ dumb stuff I guess.”
“Don’t say ‘friggin’…Did he leave a message?” I waited for the reply I knew wasn’t coming without more prodding. I waited a few seconds longer anyway.
“What?! God…yeah, I guess! I hung up. I didn’t listen.”
Picking up the phone to call my brother to find out why his son called this morning, I sighed. When in God’s Good Heaven is this pissant phase going to pass?