You know, when I was driving out to my parents' house the other night to pick up Betty, I started thinking about my dad.
Well, first I started thinking about the police, because I was driving a little too fast down this one road in their neighborhood.
It's this street that has 25 MPH posted for half of it, and then it changes to 35, but it's hard to go only 25, and my parents had both gotten tickets for going like one mile over. Seriously. And so if you were ever driving either of them down that road, they incessantly reminded you of what a speed trap it was.
Betty still does this. Truth. You can try it.
So I was careening down this speed trap in my Civic at oh, about 30 MPH, and I could totally picture my dad telling me to slow down.
And then I started thinking, what if I did get pulled over? And what if I recognized the policeman as one of the ones who was so helpful with my dad?
Which made me start to cry. The combination of the crisp, chilly dark, and the road, and the hypothetical same policeman just triggered me.
I got this visual of myself standing outside on the second floor balcony of a motel with a couple policemen. The EMTs were just getting ready to carry the stretcher out to the ambulance. They told me not to look.
I was wearing a periwinkle fleece. The location and the fleece meant it was 2007. I remember that I liked that fleece, and that it looked good with my eyes, even as red and puffy as they were.
The fleece. Isn't that a stupid thing to remember?