I was stuck in traffic and I pushed forward through to as far to the front as I could get to. I was edged off by a bus first and then this huge dump truck. I was sandwiched against the wall and this dump truck.
I felt so squished and in a very tight squeeze as the dump truck eased past me.
I’ve been in many tight fits before.
O the phone rang at the same time. Before the dump truck passed by. I was stressed. I answered the phone and that led to the bus and dump truck easing past me.
I’ve been in so many tight situations before like this. Not in driving but in life. My emotions were touched by this thought and then I felt my heart quiver and shake. Not for the present situation but for all the past ones.
The thoughts rolled past my mind and I ….. felt …. like ….. just having a fit.
Kids have fits.
They have long fits. Short fits. Fits of screaming. Kicking. Ranting and raving. Yelling at the tops of their voices. Crying without ceasing.
I just wanted to have one of those fits. Right then and there. Just like a kid.
I cracked. What was I going to do and where was I going to have this fit.
I found my emotions. It was all in the game as I thought ten games would help me. I always took it all out on the pins. My mother came to mind. She’d throw plates against the wall. I have thirty-eight plates. Twelve of them are over forty years old.
The idea sounded good to me.
Nah. I thought to myself. Got to get on the lanes and bust those pins up.