I live with my parents, something that seems to be popular with my generation. Get student loans, get a degree, can’t pay student loans move back in with mom and dad. Okay, well regardless here I am with mom and dad. Every morning it’s another story. This morning, this is what played out.
“Your car is leaking oil on the driveway.”
“I know, I went to get my oil changed and noticed it about an hour later.”
“What idiots.”
“I’m going to back today.”
“You’re going to go back today” Sometimes I have to repeat myself to my father he doesn’t quite listen. I would go as far to say he is the definition of selective hearing.
“Yeah, I’m going to have them check it.”
“Make sure you tell them,’my dad is very upset.’” He really means it. I better them.
“Oh I’ll tell them, ‘my father is very upset.’” I try to say this without sounding sarcastic. His non-native English ear sometimes can’t pick up on it.
“I don’t understand, that’s all they do all day. And now I have oil on my damn driveway.” His voice louder.
“I know. I’ll go back.” Mine is hushed.
“Tell them when you go back, ‘my dad is very upset.’” His hands pointing out as he says this emphasizing this.
“Yes.”
As I get in the car, I wonder what would the mechanic’s reaction be if I actually said “My dad is very upset.”
Would he shrug his shoulders? Would he ask me who my dad was? Regardless, I went back and thank God. What an experience.
As my sister and I were waiting for them to check my car we sat on a bench out side of the mechanic’s shop. We heard one police car, then two all going in the same the direction. We then saw two more and then one more and then another. Traffic quieted down, but we still watched. There were police everywhere. On both sides of the traffic. The traffic built up and we noticed a police car looking to turn left, where the other police cars had driven off too.
The police car turning left turned, it’s lights on as it moved into the intersection and the traffic was stopped at a red light. Then a bunch of police turned their sirens and lights and surround a white convertable, screamed, “get out of the car!” The street was frozen. The wind was not even blowing. It was like watching a movie, on the big screen, in HD.
It was wild. I had never seen anything like it. The police pulled a man out of the car and seized his convertable.
After an ordinary day of teaching, driving to get my car inspected and thinking about how declicous a coffee would be, I never thought, ever, I would see a police raid.
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