Friday, December 10, 2010

Road Rage

This is the time of year when everything is bigger, brighter, at once both faster and slower. There is a line to wait in line and if you look closely at the shadows, they are darker.

On my way home every night there is an intersection. That sentence seems full of portent, but no—it’s just an intersection full of cars full of people full of themselves. Glass half full kind of girl, you know? And in this intersection every night I wait. Through one red light, then two; my record is six red lights. Because the traffic in the other direction never fails to block the intersection, darkened cars stacked together like hyphens, each of us so sure that we are more important than everyone else, (myself included). Because dammit I am pregnant and have to pee. Prius, don’t you know?

I have been wishing for Spring, when on the drive home I will be able to see inside car windows. I have a feeling people will be less likely to block the intersection when their faces are still visible. Then this morning as she ate the waxy chocolate from Day 10 of her advent calendar, Zoey told me that rain is her favorite season, her voice like an ellipses. So I wait.

5 comments:

Jules said...

The picture of the finger is so not cool. The crook at the top. Oof.

kaypea said...

that finger makes me want to puke a little, but it would only come flying out because I'm laughing so hard at it. I don't know why, but it seriously made me laugh out loud. [I can't bear to type LOL.] ugh, I just did. I like your blog, like, a lot. delurking to say thanks for the chuckle. - kp

irisheyes said...

I LOVE THE FINGER!!! I seriously wish that my middle finger was giant sometimes... Like foam finger giant. The regular sized one just doesn't DO IT

cynthiagirl said...

This is a wonderful post. You always say things so prettily but with that dark underlayer. Love it.

arollerskatingjam said...

whenever traffic at a light is messing with me I always think of the intersection in Santa Barbara that had a stop that could be upwards of 10 minutes (the sign told you to turn off your car while waiting. Imagine getting stuck there when you really had to pee, or worse, had diarrhea!