I woke up exhausted after a shitty night of sleep. The Little Monster was in a mood to match my own and getting to drop off without either of us crying was a major accomplishment. I ran my first errand of the morning and then decided to reward myself with breakfast at Panera before my second errand – trying to figure out why my father’s wireless printer wasn’t working. He swore it was because it wasn’t plugged in to the laptop. He’s 86 so I stopped trying to explain that it was wireless and just said I’d be there by 9:30.
There wasn’t a lot of traffic by the time I hit the highway, most people were already at work. There were huge trucks everywhere though. They were oversized haulers, carrying big pieces of equipment and the most massive tires I have ever seen in my life. I didn’t notice the cop behind me for a while.
Eventually I started getting nervous. I checked my speed – for maybe the first time in my life I wasn’t speeding. I signaled and switched lanes. He did the same.
Oh thank you sweet baby Jesus, there is a spot right up front, right in front of the bay windows. The place is packed. He blocked me in. He flashed his lights and then he drove away. That’s when the skating came back. I opened the car door and vomited out all the fear and bile I’d been choking on for miles. I sobbed, on my knees in the parking lot with my head pressed against the seat of the car. A lovely woman named Janice came over to see if I was okay. She held my hand while I shook and sobbed, she helped me into the seat and she got me some water.
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