A bump in the road. Things that go bump in the night. Bump and grind. Goosebumps. Bump on a log. Speed bump...
I hit a bit of a bump today. I was at work until 10pm. That seems late to me. It seemed late to lots of other people, too. In fact, Iris's husband called BoPeep's cell phone to find out if Iris had been in an accident or something--she's never out that late.
The bump: I don't want to be there, but I can be there and it's not really hurting me to be there and I'm supposed to be there but I'm pissed off and want to leave.
There are two ways to go, as I see it. One, go flying over the bump and get out of there accepting the scrapes and bruises incurred upon landing. Two, take the bump slowly, as a person is supposed to do, and endure the seemingly endless scratching and pinching and irritation.
I compromised tonight and scratched and pinched most of the way over. At the end, when the speed bump was ending, but not fast enough, then I flew out of there. A phoenix almost reborn out of ashes and asphalt that never quite was.
So the speed bump...I feel like a rebel. I slowed down and did what I was supposed to do, but when it was least expected, when it appeared that I was going to fall in line with the posted speed limit, HA! Transcendence!
Posted by dotty at October 12, 2005 12:06 AM