I was on my way to the doctor today when I got stuck in traffic on the interstate.
It has been raining here in the south lately, and a car had hydroplaned, lifted into the air, and flown into the trees on the side of the interstate.
At least, that is what I imagine happened.
When I came up on the wreck, the car was hanging straight up and down from the trees on the side of the interstate.
I took my hat off and said a Prayer as I drove by.
At the doctor’s office, they tested me for covid, and I was negative.
They told me I didn’t have to quarantine anymore and set me free to live life again.
On the way back from the doctor, I stopped at a well-known fast food joint to get a burger.
I asked for a number-one combo with large fries and a large drink.
“We outta fries. We got hashbrowns and cheese sticks. Which one you want?”
“Um. Cheese sticks. Give me Honey Mustard dipping sauce, please.”
“We outta Honey Mustard. We got Marinara Sauce.”
“Um, okay. I guess.”
“We don’t have large cups. You’ll have to use a medium cup.”
She hands me my cup, and I thank her for it.
“Oh, wait, give me that cup back. We outta ice in the machine. I’ll have to get you some ice from here.”
I hand her my cup back. “Y’all outta everything. Is it because of the Holidays?”
“It’s because the truck ain’t run yet.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“When did the price of the number-one go up to 10 bucks?”
“I don’t know.”
I felt like I was nothing but a problem for her, so I kept my conversation light and well-mannered.
“I’m sure it will get better, ma’am.”
“Yeah, whatever. It won’t,” she replies. “Here’s your food,” and she handed me my food in a bag even though I was dining in today.
I felt like saying, “Why don’t ya just throw the bag at me and tell me where to go?”
Instead, though, I said, “Thank you, and it will get better.” Then, I walk to a table and sit down to eat.
The burger was good, and so were the cheese sticks.
All in all, it’s been a “Blah” type of day.
That’s all for now.
Love you,
–Lynn
