Car Phone

Car Phone

My phone rang but it was in my back pocket and I was driving. I keep saying I’m going get a car hook-up but by the time I get home, I’ve forgotten, until it rings in the car again.

Now I have to wait till I’m stopped long enough. Can’t use phones and drive, so it has to be at a long red light, or pull into a parking lot to see who called.

As I drove, with cars in front of me, I wondered who might be calling. I was on my way to the once a week cleaning job I took for some spending money over and above my pitiful pension. (A girl needs some fluff money.) I didn’t want to be late, I usually get some extra instructions from Lili as she’s rushing off to work. If I stop, she’ll have already left!

Maybe if I’m ready to turn the phone on, the light will be long enough! It was coming up in five minutes, I just needed to get the phone out of my back pocket.

I reached, immediately running into the seat belt! Struggling, I squeezed two fingers in, but it was too tight to pull the phone out. I could undo my seat belt...

Good gravy girl! Suddenly realizing I was acting like a fourteen-year-old I took a breath and let it go, like an adult! Jabbing on the radio to calm myself down with a song or two, my favorite station was running its weekly giveaway.

“Oh dear,” said the DJ, “I guess Molly Swenson isn’t home. Let’s try another call to give away our five hundred dollars!”

I get sixty bucks for cleaning... I think I ought to use it to buy a phone hook-up thingy for my car. I’m Molly Swenson...