While driving through Provo today, past the hospital, I realized I needed to put a reminder on my phone to pick up a prescription for my infected toe this evening.
When I stopped at the red light at Bulldog and 500 E, I pulled out my phone to quickly set an alarm. I always get guilty shivers up my spine while looking at my phone and driving. I've had it drilled into me, by my dad especially, that texting and driving is just one of the "plain stupidest" things a human being can do. So even though I wasn't texting, I still got extremely uncomfortable, twitching and writhing as I tried to get the alarm set before the light turned green.
My guilty shifting eyes noticed a car pulling up next to me. Out of my peripheral I guessed the driver was a successful businessman--he drove a silver Chevy Malibu, was wearing a blue, collared shirt, and brought a general aura of auspiciousness to the road around me.
I pleaded with the universe to not let him be anything like my dad as I slowly turned my head to look him full on, for anyone like my dad would most definitely be disgusted with me and my apparent texting, and would surely assimilate me into his disdainful perception of my generation.
I was horrified.
The man next to me was my dad.
hahahahahahahahahahaha. One reason i'm glad my parents have been/are gone: these coincidences don't happen.
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