|My new gig comes with the use
of this vehicle, which is pretty handy
since the nearest store is an hour away.
Not that I need to go there often--in
two weeks here this was the
I made the journey, but it sure beats
the uncertainty of
loose roof thumps like a drum over
bumps but I just sing along with it.
When I saw the old woman at the
side of the road in flowing rain-
bow robes with her thumb out I
didn't hesitate to stop. As I was
making room for her she asked,
"What day of the week is it?" She
smiled wide, the lines on her face
deeper than the treads of a new tire.
I didn't have a ready answer. "Is it Thursday
or Friday?" she prompted as I sat there calculating
backwards to the last day that I knew had a name.
"Wednesday, I think." She couldn't believe it so I
confirmed with a quick swipe of my phone.
She smiled even wider. "Never mind then.
I don't have to be anywhere today."
She slipped back into the shadows
as I pulled away, grinning.