This is less about Carlos and more about the look on Carlos’
face as we ran errands one day last week.
We headed down to King’s Kitchen, our favorite breakfast
spot in Camden, for a good home cooked breakfast—I had my usual Corned Beef Hash
with Scrambled Egg and the best Homemade Biscuit in the world. So good that we
lounged a bit and chatted with fellow diners and Kenesha, the owner along with
her husband who is the chef. Lovely way to start then day and then …
We started driving to CostCo and about halfway there the traffic
stopped; clearly an accident happened up ahead. So we sat for a while and then
crawled forward until we came across a semi-truck parked along the left side of
the road and all three lanes of traffic blocked forcing everyone to drive on
the right shoulder.
“Why the %$#& are they closing the entire road? The
%$#&ing truck is way over there. Why the %$#& did we have to sit so
long for this?”
Carlos smiled. We made it through and drove on, reaching our
exit, at a spot where there’s roadwork on the bridge and side streets; traffic
was stopped all down the off-ramp onto the freeway.
“Why the %$#& aren’t they doing this work at night and
not on a %$#&ing Saturday morning when everyone is out? And why are these
%$#&ers trying to race ahead and get to the head of the line. Not on my
%$#&ing watch.”
Carlos smiled. We made it through and as we neared CostCo,
at a roundabout where we turn left, another oversized truck apparently took the
curve too fast and was tipped over in the roadway.
“What the %$#& is happening today? Is every
mother%$#&er who doesn’t know how to drive on the roads? What the
%$#&?”
Carlos smiled. We backed up and took an alternate route to
CostCo where, by the time we got there, the place was packed.
“Why does every single %$#&ing family with nothing
better to %$#&ing do than take their screaming %$#&ing children to the
%$#&ing CostCo and feed them all the free samples so the little %$#&ers
start screaming and terrorizing those of us just to do a little shopping.”
Carlos smiled. We finally got our groceries, eased through
the checkout, and went out to load the car. I took the cart back and when I
returned to the car, a giant SUV was parked across the lane, clearly waiting
for me to leave so they could take my space. I backed up slowly, trying to turn
my car to avoid the gas-%$#&ing-guzzling behemoth, when the
mother%$#&er in the car starts honking and waving at me.
“HOW THE %$#& AM I SUPPOSED TO BACK UP WITH YOUR FAT ASS
CAR IN MY WAY YOU DUMB MOTHER%$#&ER???”
And then I used both hands and both fingers to accentuate my
point, and finally Carlos speaks:
“I’m thinking someone needs a nap.”
Mother%$#&er. |