Today, the world had its weird on. There were a variety of bizarre occurrences in the last little while that, somehow, culminated in my sort-of saving the day with American sliced cheese. There was a BBQ in need of rescuing, me hiking up my skirt so I could take big-girl steps, and a little old lady wandering over the rocky parking lot landscaping with her cane. I wish I could make more sense of these images, but sometimes life isn’t a cohesive story.
A few weeks ago, I had to go to court due to my rear-ending a trailer hitch. I was aiming for the bumper, I guess, but got the hitch instead. Since the police showed up, instead of a ticket, I got a summons to court to pay my fine. At court, I stood in the long line of folks who all received tickets/summons that same day. When I got to the front of the line, I was able to move to another line to pay the fee instead of seeing the judge. The lady behind me, however, had to go to court. She was very upset by the fact she couldn’t just pay the fine. She was getting louder and crankier and as she walked past, she bellowed, “I should be able to just pay the fine like everyone else! I only hit a pedestrian!”
I thought of this while the little old lady in the parking lot from paragraph 1 (above) was slowly walking behind a variety of cars. And how I didn’t want to hit her, since later I would feel the need to defend myself in a loud fashion about only hitting pedestrians. And then, with the savior cheese in my front seat, a pack of 15 bike-riding police officers rode past in the opposite direction. I thought, “It would only take a semi-truck with brake problems to wreck the local police force; they should spread out.” After counting the number of them in the pack, I looked up and saw a semi-truck heading in the same direction as they were. The world had its weird on today.
An Erinku (in slight confusion):
the best dessert
in the world
appears at all
potlucks here
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