Moment of the day
Yesterday, driving back from La Interview, I stopped at a red light next to a mini-bus of some sort. Inside, I noticed the driver, an older man wearing a baseball cap who was beating real drum sticks on the steering wheel. He was really going at it. In fact, he seemed to be practising. I thought, here we are in traffic, and this bus driver is beating his heart out on the steering wheel. Is this what we do? We drive buses, or upload web articles, or answer phone calls or send emails during business hours, and in the brief pockets of downtime, we play a beat on the steering wheel, regardless of who’s looking? Because if that’s not how it is, that’s how it should be.
In other news, last night I tricked grimy E. into taking a bath by letting him pour in half a bottle of shampoo so it would seem like a bubble bath, then telling him he could go scuba diving in the bubbles to retrieve pennies i’d thow in while his eyes were closed. Ahaaa! I am so tricky!!