M.I.A.

so i don't leave the office today until 6 or so. and i'm on my way to target before i go home and i'm thinking- i... just...want...togo...home. there is this woman (complete with fuzzy hair grey hair) in an older model faded red 2door chevy cavalier. the black bumper has seen better days and it's share of hits. i find myself becoming agitated because she's on her cell phone trying to drive and trying to move into the next lane and is clearly having difficulty doing both at the same time. i'm in the far right lane and she moves to the center lane. she's creeping along (stay with me...) and i roll up next to her and i'm wanting to see what kinda shit is goin' on. this woman has an earpiece in- cell phone in one hand (because she can?) and steering with the other. but all that takes a backseat (metaphorically and...well, shit- it was all in the backseat because i'm uncertain who was driving) to the conversation.
i don't know who she was talking to, but whoever it was was very lucky. she was laughing so hard that she had clearly had tears. she was laughing and her windows were down and she was truly in a moment. my irritation for her lack of attention joined her attention- in the backseat.
she and lucky were in a place that only they know.

i'm going to go do laundry now- i've put it off for too long!

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