Week of October 25-November 1: In Class Exercise
Cars surrounding me, I’m at a dead stop with a green light up ahead. If I were in a hurry I would be cursing every car in front of me to death. But because I left unusually early this particular morning, I was able to take in the scenery and enjoy myself. The blonde, spastic mother in the minivan next to me is chatting nonstop on her cell phone. I assume she is probably talking about plans for bringing treats to the soccer game later this week, or planning what meal she is going to make for dinner. She seems like she has a very hectic, busy and stressful week ahead. I let her cut in.
I look to my left and notice a silver Pris. The woman inside looks to be in her late twentys. She seems very calm. Too calm. She seems to be taking in the morning stress free. She has incense brewing on her dashboard and is dressed for Woodstock. I imagine she will be holding a protest trying to save the animals later that day.
Behind me is a wealthy man dressed in a suit. He is driving a BMW, is talking on his cell phone and rummaging through his briefcase. He seems to be a very important business man, preparing for a handful of meetings later that day. Luckily, he has the trophy family to come home to for dinner.
A blonde teenager races past me and cuts me off in her shiny, new, red Corvette that Daddy bought her. She has no cares in the world other than what to wear and who is dating who. She will always have things easy, but won’t think it or know it. If it isn’t her way, life is over.
I pass a car moving like death. Inside, is an old man. I can never tell the age of old people, so I’m not even going to guess. He is retired and has all day to get to where he needs to go. In the passenger seat is his petite, frail wife. They are on their way to the nearest Fryn Pan to have their morning coffee with their friends.
In the car to my left is a woman in her late thirty’s. She is average looking, clumsy and reminds me slightly of Liz Lemon off of 30 Rock. She obviously doesn’t have her life together, but at the same time it’s okay. It works for her.
