Warm and fuzzy.
Like the ebb and flow of the ocean, my apparent recent biorhythm of life has been on the sarcastic, grumpy side. It's time for something warm and fuzzy.
Speeding down the highway in their $4000 Buick Regal, of which they somehow owed $5000, the father recklessly sped as carefully as possible. It was afternoon, the sun was hovering over the snow-capped mountain range in the west, and his wife was squirming and breathing heavily in the red upholstered passenger seat next to him. It was two weeks early and it was coming, regardless if they were ready or not.
"It's coming! It's coming! We're not going to make it," she pleaded to her husband as they sped through the congestion.
"What do I do? What do I do? Oh, sh*t, I knew we should have left earlier." The husband’s brow beaded with sweat. Although scared and worried, a smile mysteriously appeared on his tan face.
The rays of the sun broke through the peaks of the mountains. Colors, indescribable, radiated from the peaks and were framed by the large, cotton-ball clouds hanging in the sky. And up ahead, in front of a semi, next to a woman in her SUV on her cell phone, and passing a broke down Ford Taurus on the side of the road cruised a police officer in a white patrol car. Hope was near.
Again, rolls were reversed and he speed up to catch up with the cruiser. Never in a million years did he foresee him speeding up to catch and pull over a police officer.
He weaved left, sped past the lady on the cell phone not paying any attention to her driving, punched the gas and made the Buick's engine knock as a cloud of dark smoke erupted from its chrome tailpipe. It lurched forward and he assumed he was speeding, his speedometer hasn't worked since the third day he owned the car. The broken down car's owner sat on the side of the highway, watching the world go by.
The light bar of the police cruiser was directly in front of him. He honked, but remembered the horn would only honk once regardless of how many times he pushed the large button in the steering wheel. Its remedy was normally to turn the car off and reset the unknown reason for why this happens. With his horn blown once, he began flashing his lights. At least those worked. He clicked from low beam to high beam, hoping to shoot the beams into the rearview mirror of the police cruiser.
Nothing. Why was it when he needed a police officer he couldn't arouse any suspicion, but other times when all he wanted to do was make it home quietly and safely, they were everywhere and noticed his every move.
He plodded forward and pulled up to the left of the police officer. He pointed his finger to the side of the road and gestured to pull over. Wow, he was pulling a cop over. He imagined the stories he would have to tell. The officer took note, saw the sweating, moaning mother in the passenger seat and added one plus one. He turned his lights on, blocked traffic, and made room for them to exit off the highway.
He approached the car and was greeted to, "It's coming. It's coming, NOW!"
The officer moved the mother to the back of the car and radioed for paramedics. His dispatcher advised they were on the way.
The dad, still with a big grin on his face, hopped out and climbed in the back seat with his wife.
"Don't push," said the officer.
Sirens from the ambulance where closing in from the distance.
"Don't push, the ambulance is almost here," the officer pleaded.
"I have to," she screamed.
And after one grunt, two cries broke the brief moment of silence. The mother, and the baby, cried as they looked at one another.
The officer grabbed the baby and wrapped it in a blanket. He gave it to dad and exited the back of the Buick. The ambulance arrived, the officer gestured where to park, and he got back in his car and left.
Sitting in the back seat was a new member to a family of three. A baby girl, swaddled in some blankets, crying in the back of a Buick had just started her life.
I looked at her briefly and thought, "Now, isn't that warm and fuzzy."
Speeding down the highway in their $4000 Buick Regal, of which they somehow owed $5000, the father recklessly sped as carefully as possible. It was afternoon, the sun was hovering over the snow-capped mountain range in the west, and his wife was squirming and breathing heavily in the red upholstered passenger seat next to him. It was two weeks early and it was coming, regardless if they were ready or not.
"It's coming! It's coming! We're not going to make it," she pleaded to her husband as they sped through the congestion.
"What do I do? What do I do? Oh, sh*t, I knew we should have left earlier." The husband’s brow beaded with sweat. Although scared and worried, a smile mysteriously appeared on his tan face.
The rays of the sun broke through the peaks of the mountains. Colors, indescribable, radiated from the peaks and were framed by the large, cotton-ball clouds hanging in the sky. And up ahead, in front of a semi, next to a woman in her SUV on her cell phone, and passing a broke down Ford Taurus on the side of the road cruised a police officer in a white patrol car. Hope was near.
Again, rolls were reversed and he speed up to catch up with the cruiser. Never in a million years did he foresee him speeding up to catch and pull over a police officer.
He weaved left, sped past the lady on the cell phone not paying any attention to her driving, punched the gas and made the Buick's engine knock as a cloud of dark smoke erupted from its chrome tailpipe. It lurched forward and he assumed he was speeding, his speedometer hasn't worked since the third day he owned the car. The broken down car's owner sat on the side of the highway, watching the world go by.
The light bar of the police cruiser was directly in front of him. He honked, but remembered the horn would only honk once regardless of how many times he pushed the large button in the steering wheel. Its remedy was normally to turn the car off and reset the unknown reason for why this happens. With his horn blown once, he began flashing his lights. At least those worked. He clicked from low beam to high beam, hoping to shoot the beams into the rearview mirror of the police cruiser.
Nothing. Why was it when he needed a police officer he couldn't arouse any suspicion, but other times when all he wanted to do was make it home quietly and safely, they were everywhere and noticed his every move.
He plodded forward and pulled up to the left of the police officer. He pointed his finger to the side of the road and gestured to pull over. Wow, he was pulling a cop over. He imagined the stories he would have to tell. The officer took note, saw the sweating, moaning mother in the passenger seat and added one plus one. He turned his lights on, blocked traffic, and made room for them to exit off the highway.
He approached the car and was greeted to, "It's coming. It's coming, NOW!"
The officer moved the mother to the back of the car and radioed for paramedics. His dispatcher advised they were on the way.
The dad, still with a big grin on his face, hopped out and climbed in the back seat with his wife.
"Don't push," said the officer.
Sirens from the ambulance where closing in from the distance.
"Don't push, the ambulance is almost here," the officer pleaded.
"I have to," she screamed.
And after one grunt, two cries broke the brief moment of silence. The mother, and the baby, cried as they looked at one another.
The officer grabbed the baby and wrapped it in a blanket. He gave it to dad and exited the back of the Buick. The ambulance arrived, the officer gestured where to park, and he got back in his car and left.
Sitting in the back seat was a new member to a family of three. A baby girl, swaddled in some blankets, crying in the back of a Buick had just started her life.
I looked at her briefly and thought, "Now, isn't that warm and fuzzy."
Comments
Nice post though...
Regards,
BRM
nice one mate, keep up the blogging.