Thursday, March 26, 2009

Letting Off Steam

The other day, while in Town, I pulled into the drugstore parking lot. Violinist pulled in behind, driving Fiance's car and parked a few spots over from me. I went in to drop off a prescription, while Violinist attached a new rear-view mirror and refilled the wiper fluid in my car. I came back out and we sat together enjoying the sunny quiet, chatting and looking at library magazines.

A man got out of his car and walked by. Violinist flicked the remote control for the lock of Fiance's car. Bip-bip-bip. Bippity-bip-bip. The man stopped. He stared at Fiance's car. More people got out of their cars - two ladies, one wearing a huge ski hat. Bip-bip-bip. Bip-Bip. Bippity-bippity-bip. Stop, stare, walk on. Some walked a little closer. Some scrunched up their faces. An older man took a few steps back toward the car, tilted his head looking very concerned - analytical. This went on for a good half hour while we pretended to be reading.

A woman in smart business attire parked on the far side of Fiance's car and got out walking toward the drugstore. Bip, bip, bip. She stopped stock still. She turned. She stared looking really, really...intense. Mad even. She flicked her remote and every time she flicked, Violinist would flick his remote. Bip, bip, bip, bipety-bip. Stare. Eyes flaring. She clearly thought she was controlling both cars. It was a scene straight from "Christine," only she was the possessed. She stood frozen, right hand with the remote straight out, clicking, clicking, clicking. Bip-bip-bip. Bippity-bip. Bip. Stare. By now we had slunk down, completely melted into uncontrollable fits of hysterics, neither of us holding the magazines very still at all. Bip-bip-bip, bipety-bip. Glaring stare.
"Stop it Violinist!" I coughed. "She looks like she's going to come over here and kill somebody!" And then he said, "Well, is your prescription ready yet?"
"It's for One Old Man."
"Oh, okay. Well, I'll see you tonight at supper." And we kissed and hugged and said goodbye. And I felt so much better.

(The photos accompanying this are of, The Cat, who apparently is as confused as I, as to what the heck this is supposed to be and why it is lying on the deck and who put it there?! I thought it fitted in with all of the above.)

6 comments:

Patricia said...

LOL!!!!!!!!! What a hoot!

I want you to know that I'm not at all happy that there are so many miles between Pollywog Creek and Decadent's Domain. I would have loved to be reading magazines with you and the Violinist and then joined you to see One Old Man. *sigh*

Mental P Mama said...

Oh that is funny.

Leila said...

How mischievous!

Very funny!

Confusifying Linguification said...

Ha ha! Too funny. My new car has a clicker - thanks for the good idea!

Adeena said...

That is snort funny!! :D And, totally sounds like something my siblings and I (and/or my mom!) would do! ;)

Love the water balloon glove. It's fun to make a hand ice cube with those, for putting in a punch bowl here and there... ;)

jan said...

How funny! This sounds like something our second son would do. He's been a stinker from the git-go. :-)