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All Carrots Aside...
All Carrots Aside
That's the Ticket
No. Not the kind that blows your skirt up with fear, as you glimpse flashing lights in your rear view mirror. Immediately, you find your mind racing toward a really convincing emergency for driving a wee bit fast. (My mother used to pinch our chubby, little limbs to launch mass crying from all corners of the car--just before she rolled the window down to flash her flirty greens at the officer. Nope, she never got a ticket!)
Okay. So what are we talking about here? Memories? Well, we've all collected a few of those now, haven't we? A few more than traffic tickets, I am guessing. And, some of us are familiar with the oh-so-yesterday parking tickets. You know, the ones that buzz-kill a lunch plate of giggles with your best pals on a Friday? Well, no. Not those either.
How many bird splats have you seen that read like a Rorschach test--the kind that indicates you're slightly wonky (though you're already aware of this fact)? And, of course, that little paranoiac detail runs in the family. No big deal. Or is it?? But, they're a bitch to wipe away--and leave the rest of your drive hazy (on top of the margaritas you just had with said friends).
Wipers, my friends: pure and simple. That's where I am headed (I think!). What do we do with them when they're not wiping bird crap or bad days away? I'm thinking a lot about that in the absence of money. Pennies don't stick well to windshields, either. I tried. But, paper does-- the kind that isn't green ('cause I don't have any of those to spare a queen). Bright, happy paper, is what I am entertaining from my well-worn couch. And, some kinda message is called for, don't you think? The kind that makes the news--it's so riveting... blows up the airwaves... alters the world's karma, even for a day! Then, of course, there's always pie!