The weather channel shows the belly of the state in bright red; I for one am wearing bells. I want to have one of those crazy stories where the storm sucks away everything but me and the bathtub.
It was an act of charity on my part that sparked this change in my disposition. Every week I drive for a non-profit organization that provides soggy hospital food for senior citizens and the disabled of the community. My grandmother did it until she died so I took her place.
She would NOT be proud that I took a piss once in someone's yard.
Nobody was home.
It was out in the b.f.e.
Gimme a break.
Today was not my usual route, I was actually called in to drive as a substitute, which means i got completely lost and the people were good and pissed by the time I got there with the cold (soggy) food.
The Tuesday drive exceeded my usual once a week, I considered this to be especially honorable.. I wa feeling pretty darn good about myself, and not so bad about driving like a jackass because I had no clue where I was going.
Perhaps my fantasy would come true...the one about getting pulled over by a policeman for making a U-turn, then making him feel like an asshole because I am a cute girl doing volunteer work.
It started to sprinkle as I left the hospital parking lot, fumbling with the map as I drove with one knee. I argued with myself about whether or not I wanted it to pour.
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