I’ve realized that all my drives, the ones to get over my bad moods, have a certain pattern to them.
And here is the pattern.
At some point I will have to decide whether to go left or right, and I will not make my mind up until the last second.
At some point I will turn the radio off.
At some point I will pull into a gas station. (If the gas station is in
At some point I will turn the heater up all the way for no good reason.
At some point I will kick my shoes off and drive barefoot.
At some point I will begin to miss Bangalore terribly.
At some point I will see a funny road name.
At some point I will have to swerve to avoid a cute, furry animal that is doing its damndest to become roadkill.
At some point I will start thinking about my next blog post.
At some point I will be doing thirty in a fifty five zone.
At some point I will pull over to let the guy behind me, the one getting increasingly pissy about me doing thirty, pass me.
At some point I will turn the heater off,
At some point I will whistle or hum a tune under my breath.
At some point my bad mood will dissipate.
At that point I will find a place to take a U-turn to get back to my apartment.
At that point I will realize that I am thirty five miles from my apartment.
At that point I will realize that the place I am in is very dark and very, very, very creepy.
At that point I will check my rear view mirror for angry mummies, hungry zombie, large carnivorous dinosaurs and rabid toasters.
At that point I will begin to think about vampires and that one movie where the serial killer was hidden away in the back seat of the victim’s car.
At that point I will twist in my seat and examine my back seat.
At that point I will turn the radio on.
At some point after that I will be doing sixty in a thirty zone.
At some point I will have to swerve to avoid a cute, furry animal that is doing its damndest to become roadkill.
At some point I will wonder if I will be late to work tomorrow.
At some point I’ll reach home.
4 comments:
Forgive this cheap shot.
But knowing how you were in Bangalore, I couldn't read past "to get over a bad mood is to take a long drive". :P
All I read was ...
"At some point I will have to decide whether to go left or right, and I will not make my mind up until the last second."
At some point I will kick my shoes off and drive barefoot.
At some point after that I will be doing sixty in a thirty zone.
At some point I will have to swerve to avoid a cute, furry animal that is doing its damndest to become roadkill.
At that point I will twist in my seat and examine my back seat.
And that's when the feeling resurfaced. The one that said, "Disappear. Flee. 'Tis order you can't hold /
Rajneesh's been let loose upon the world."
*sigh*
Perhaps one can move to another, safer state? New York? Perhaps the state of Jersey can issue an advisory when Rajneesh's on the road? Perhaps ...
*sigh*
Perhaps ...
"At some point I will begin to miss Bangalore terribly."
Aha? Keep talking ... ;-p
a) Cruel
b)Cruel, Mz. "I do 90 in a 55 zone".
c)Um...yeah, no.
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