by Ferris Robinson
posted July 3, 2008
 Ferris Robinson |
He stops fully at a stop sign, looks both ways, then back to the left again. His hands are positioned carefully at 10 and 2. Carefully, he turns left onto a two-lane highway and I begin to panic. There are all sorts of vehicles on this road! My palms are slippery with sweat and my chest is pounding. I can’t do this. I think that a mailbox narrowly misses the side mirror. I am sure that if it were an inch closer we would have clipped it.
“PULL OVER!”
He abides, and I take over the wheel. He sits quietly in the passenger seat. I know he is angry at me.
“Whoa! What’s the speed limit?” he asks.
I ease up on the accelerator. I hadn’t realized I was speeding.
“Ooops. You rolled right through that stop sign,” he says.
I make a mental note to come to a complete stop next time.
“Oh No! I feel ALARMED!!” he yells.
I give him a withering look.
“OK. You made your point,” I say. “I know I have been difficult about this.”
“You know Mom, It’s not me. It’s you,” he tells me.
And I couldn’t agree more.
(Ferris Robinson can be contacted at misstante@tvn.net)
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