Eating a cookie in the car could be likened to eating a cookie in bed, but then, you'd be stupid for saying something like that. You wear shoes in your car. You wear a raincoat. If sulfur and hellfire and brimstone rained from the heavens, you'd bring that in to your car, too.
It's only natural that if you were to drop a minute crumb from the edge of the cookie, you wouldn't let go of the steering wheel and cause a tremendous accident. You'd just let the crumb make its way to the floor. And eventually disappear. Or be vacuumed.
Funny story. Cookies, as it turns out, are bio-degradable.
But then, from the corner of my peripheral hearing... I thought I had heard.... yes... it was... a scoff (I'm half deaf in my right ear). Slight... like a cough, half between that and laughter.
But a scoff none the less. One to indicate my foolishness in dropping, then abandoning that fragment of cookie to the nether reaches of the vehicles floor.
And yet... almost immediately, from my beloved's mouth... almost silently, "oh no."
This fragment, punctuating her own folly. She was now the owner of a smaller cookie, nearly a tenth smaller. The remnants now buried deeply in between the seat back and the seat bottom.
A moment too sweet to let pass.
Love you, sweetie.
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