Feb 19, 2008 14:07
Let's start with an experience that I had yesterday morning.
It's pouring rain. rain on top of ice on top of snow. my car is parked at the bottom of the driveway. It is a disabled old woman, and cannot go uphill in the winter.
So, I'm carrying a box of files, lunch and heels in one hand and an umbrella in the other. There are three cars blocking me in. The drivers are all elderly women, who are retired and therefore everything that involves moving (even mental movement) gives them anxiety. They have forgotten what it is like to live a daily life. This is what you get when you live in a historic site.
They ask "Are you going out this morning?"
"Yes." [No, I just thought I'd carry this heavy load down a sheet of ice for fun. I actually really enjoy getting soaked to the gills in the dead of winter.]
"Are you taking THIS car?"
"Yes." [No, this car just looked really interesting. I thought I'd come look at it.]
And as if I have done something wrong, they all move their cars so I can get out. But not before making me fifteen minutes late for work.