Not everyone had a good Monday. But I did. You want to know why? I was given a gift. I saw Karma come around and the sound track that came with it was Abba. It was great and although trite to enjoy (as much as I did), I liked it. When you finish here, you will too.
I was driving to work and singing along with my Nano...you know I sound just like Abba(or Cher or Christina or...) with the volume up. A woman in a white luxury SUV rolled through a stop sign pulling out in front of me. This is typical driving and nothing to sweat; just shrug it off. I didn't even get that upset when she failed to use the skinny pedal on the left to make the big truck go "vrrrooom". It was Monday morning and we all get off to a slow start some days. Yeah, I don't know how I didn't get ticked either. However, she was on the phone, puffing away on a ciggie, crocking with the radio AND took the time when I roared up on her at 40mph to wave "hello". I returned the favor by waving back and signalling her to call me too! She flipped her butt out the window and continued on with her yapping and fiddling. Oops! Throw drinking coffee and eating a McSomething in there. I sadly thought she had taken the Dunkin Donut commercial all too seriously: You "kin" NOT do all that...not while driving.
Well, what would I know? Really. So I just sang along and changed the words to dedicate them to my wonderful new "hood ornament" and pal. Instead of "Take a Chance on Me"(Abba) it turned out more like : "Push the Gas For Me"
Put your cell phone down!
Don't even turn around.
Honey, Try this please...
Push the Gas For me.
Do I need to SHOOOOW you how?
Put your ciggie down.
Are you such a STUUUPID cow...
You can't figure it ouuuut.
Push the Gas for meeeee
(c'mon gimee a brake babe)
Push the Gas for meeeeee.
Oh you can take your time babay
I'm in no hurry...
You get the idea.
Well, she was obviously not singing the same song that I was for she did NOT step on the gas but began to swerve. She was having difficulty using one hand; any hand (aww who the heck knows! It could have been her KNEE she was using) to drive. Since it's a rural road, her swerving turned to severe clipping of the underbrush along the right side. There was an AWFUL thick "SWACK" , a couple of "Ka-chunks" and some VERY long screeches as saplings slapped her white pretty car. I discovered she was a stubborn woman, refusing to put anything down or refocus her attention and energy. She continued to hug the right and do some free township mowing with her expensive auto-tractor ( I know that Chrysler went to Fiat but when did Cadillac go to John Deer??). The road divided into turn lanes and she was now on my left. I glanced at her car, noticing scrapes, sap, leaves and digs. I raised my eyebrows and winced (giving that Owee face). But I gave her the "okay" sign, a wink and pulled away when the light turned green continuing to sing..
"I don't wanna talk...
About things you drove through
Though your door's paint free...
NOW it's historyyyyyy
You've ripped up the shrubs
And I've had to waaatch youuuu
Nothing more to sayyyy
Insurance you must PAYYYYYYY
The winner takes it alllllll...".
C'mon. Sing along. You know you want to. I don't mind. It's only one of my many life-soundtracks.
Stop back soon. I'm happy when you visit.
