Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Half Empty - Half Full
The 12.5 minutes car ride to drop my daughter Nia to school has now increased to 18, thanks to some new traffic signals and road dividers that have cropped up along the way. Not that I am complaining. In my entire schedule, this is the only time i can (in the wildest sense of the term) define as spiritual. Here's what happened a few days ago:
I was tagging behind a biker through some narrow lanes before we could turn onto the main road. Just as we were turning, Mr Biker in front and me following closely behind, he decides to stop halfway into the turn without even pulling over to drop off his pillion rider. Caught unawares, I had to quickly swerve to my right to avoid hitting him. And i was MAD!
So here's the scene after that:
Me: Oh Shucks ! What the hell! (notice minimal use of profanity keeping in mind the presence of a young child in the car)
Nia: Mamma, why did you say oh shucks?
Me: (still really mad) Nia, did you see how that biker just stopped at the turn, BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH, he is supposed to pull over BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH, i could have hit him BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH, luckily i was able to turn off quickly, BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH what the hell do people think BLAH BLAH BLAH, these bikers have no road sense BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH, they should be given separate roads to drive on, BLAH BLAH, ........(get the drift?!)
Nia: (hearing my rantings for a full five minutes with complete patience) But Mamma, you should not say oh shucks.
Me: (huh?) But Nia that's not a bad word.
Nia: No Mamma, you are supposed to say, thank god i did not hit that man even though he stopped suddenly.
Oh well! I hear you daughter!
And Santa, I hope you are watching over my little theologian!