#117

I wish you a journey of yellow lights with a bored, smalltown cop riding behind you the entire time.  I wish you lactose sensitivities and a gluten allergy at a restaurant that says they have a full gluten-sensitive menu but really only serves two salads. I hope that one of them is your all-time favorite salad and that while you’re enjoying it, a delicious bite goes down the wrong pipe and causes your life to flash before your eyes.  I hope that someone in the room learned CPR about three years ago and saves your life, but also cracks a few ribs in the process.  The therapist said that I’m not supposed to waste my time wishing you ill so instead, I wish you regularly inconvenienced.

#110

I once asked my dad why he backed into parking spots when we went to church. He kept his eyes forward as we walked from the back of the parking lot to the church’s front door. “Quicker exit,” he said, and I think about this as I pull into the parking lot at work and watch the side mirrors as I back myself into a corner spot.