The most memorable drive of self’s life took place last Saturday night, while self was ferrying Dearest Mum from Redwood City to San Jose (the Fairmont) for a dinner with Noynoy of the Philippines and entourage.
Notwithstanding that Dearest Mum arrived like a whirlwind, just as self was changing to a presentable outfit. Notwithstanding that, in 10 minutes at self’s house, Dearest Mum had:
- gotten hubby to iron her evening clothes for her;
- dumped a shopping bag of stretch pants for self (newest acquisitions from Nordstrom’s Rack);
- and changed into a wondrous glowing orange outfit, then asked self what she thought of her shell and macramé belt (“Does this look Filipino enough?”) and her new metallic shoes.
Notwithstanding all of the above, the most memorable drive of self’s entire life happened just five minutes later, when self discovered that:
- The white Honda Civic Dearest Mum had been using, the past several days, was actually the car of her nephew who had just graduated from Santa Clara University.
- The airconditioner wasn’t working, so self had to roll down her car windows, and Dearest Mum complained because she had just been to the parlor and paid $40 for a shampoo and blow-dry, which according to her was the most she had ever spent for the procedure, ever
- When self attempted to shield Dearest Mum from the wind by rolling up her car windows, she nearly fell prey to heat exhaustion: rivulets of perspiration began flowing copiously down self’s neck. She threw a sidelong glance at Dearest Mum and saw her applying make-up and this nearly caused self to swerve into the next lane.
- Nephew’s car windows, when rolled up, emit a disconcerting BANG! (as if an engine were backfiring somewhere), and self, the first time she heard it, screamed WHAT WAS THAT? And Dearest Mum yelled, That is nothing! Don’t complain about things you can’t change! Just hurry up and drive!!!
Self could hardly focus, just imagining Dearest Mum tooling around with blow-dried hair in a car with no air-conditioner, on what felt like absolutely the hottest day of the year. And, furthermore, self was not invited to the dinner, so there was nothing in it for her.
Nevertheless, that was a memorable experience. One of many memorable experiences that self will now store in the great filing cabinet of her brain, for possible future use in a short story.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.