I like one of my
carpool companions, but he irritates me.
His latest thing was to
spill gasoline in his trunk, and
then insist on driving. The first day after the spill
I refused. A few days later he wanted to drive, and it
didn't seem so bad, but if you sat in the back,
whew!
I felt
both high and sick at the same time.
Then one day we were driving, just the two of us, and it
hit me: the reason he bugged me so much is that he is
very much like my father. Not in appearance -
they don't look anything alike, but in the way he talks,
the expressions he uses, the strangely formal and
constructed diction he has, the way he repeats himself...
And I should say, my dad died just a few years ago.
So on the way home I just listened to him talk, and
half-pretended I was listening to my dad.