How’s it going, awesome readers?
It’s the end of the workday and you’re driving alone in your car. Actually, “driving” is the wrong verb. You’re sitting in traffic. Because you have super-human multitasking abilities though, you’re also listening to the traffic report on the radio. Lucky you. You’re getting an outsiders view of the very traffic that you’re sitting in. It’s worse than the reporter is making it out to be but what can you do? You’re stuck in it. Apart from feeling almost famous (since said traffic report is practically about you), you’re also feeling tired. You can’t wait to get home. You’re thinking about peeling off your day clothes. You’re thinking about dinner. You’re thinking about that bottle of wine that’s waiting for you in the fridge. You’re thinking about your dogs that are also waiting for you; although not in the fridge.
Finally you pull into your driveway and it hits you: You forgot to pick up dog food. Crap.
And then the argument starts.
“YOU HAVE TO TURN AROUND AND GO TO THE STORE.”
“I don’t want to go back out.”
“YOU’RE OUT OF DOG FOOD.”
“The dogs are fine. Besides, I’ve read that skipping a meal once in a while is a good thing.”
“YOU NEED TO FEED YOUR DOGS.”
“I’ll give them some of my supper. They love toast and peanut butter.”
“THAT VERY THOUGHT PROVES THAT YOU’RE A TERRIBLE DOG OWNER.”
You know you’re right but at the same time you don’t want to be right. You’re tired. It’s been a long day. You’re paralyzed. You sit, staring at your driveway. You’re torn into thirds. Part of you KNOWS you should just go to the damn store. Another part of you wants to walk into your house and slam the door on today’s face. And then there’s another part of you that sits and waits – as though some magical dog food delivery fairy is going to suddenly appear, making the day end happily ever after.
Time is silent. The dog food delivery fairy is not coming to your rescue.
And then you remember … THERE IS NO WINE WAITING FOR YOU IN THE FRIDGE. You drank it last weekend when your friend, Sylvie, came over. Double crap.
“I know! I’ll go to the store. I need to get dog food anyway,” you say as you put your car in reverse.
“AWWW LOOK AT YOU, DOING THE RIGHT THING. THOSE DOGS ARE SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU AS A HUMAN.”
This time, you choose to ignore yourself.