The music is playing, the windows are down. The temperature is a perfect 74 and sunny. And then I spotted it. The box in the road. And the Styrofoam all over the street.
I tried to avoid it. I did. (And I almost crashed into a really cute guy in a BMW, too.)
But I couldn’t do it. I had to run over…the Styrofoam.
You may not know that I have a very, extremely, serious aversion to Styrofoam. I hate it. (And I don’t use THAT word lightly.) And that sound. Oh, that sound. I get cold sweats. I swear, it’s true. I even get like that if I don’t hear it, but just see it.
So what ran through my head? All I kept thinking was “will it give me the sweats if it’s under the car?”
As you can imagine, I was stressed out.
And then I ran over the nasty stuff.
And I broke into a cold sweat.
Even I thought it was funny. So I picked up my phone and dialed Jott. “Who do you want to Jott?”, the nice computer lady asked.
“Jott Myself”, I said, and then “Styrofoam on the road still squeaks!”
As you may know, Jott transcribes the voicemail and emails it to me. Cool, huh?
Anyway, I made a quick stop at my favorite thrift shop. (Found nothing but did try on a very cool gray dress but it was too short.) Then drove home enjoying the beautiful day.
I was relaxed and happy. I’d almost forgotten about the events of earlier. And then I checked my email. And I got this, from Jott:
“Siren sound in the load still squeaks.”