A number of things impede our getaway. |
We were all set for our Bermuda trip; fly to Miami and hop on a ship. We said goodnight and we set the alarm; so many times it had worked like a charm. Wouldn't you know when we needed it more, it went on strike and allowed us to snore. So when we woke we were prodded by time-- we had a ladder of hurry to climb. Shaving and showering and dressing quick; check on the tickets, do not be a hick. Batten the hatches and turn down the heat; we can drink coffee but forgo our eat. The night provided both drizzle and ice; time in Bermuda would suit us quite nice. We pushed the screen door to make for our ride, but due to freeze-frame we were trapped inside. Something so simple you see every day! Here was a door that now stood in our way. I know you’re thinking, “The front door, you jerk!” Hey man, I tried that but it didn’t work. O Mother Nature, she often will stall; she springs the summer--in winter we fall. So with some suitcases nudging my knee, I shouldered the door until it broke free. Onto our car which of course would not start; I even cursed, being Triple-A smart. No time to lose, dial out for a cab; (somewhere on Bermuda scurries a crab.) Then as the cab made its way up the road, it suffered failure from some overload. Louie then turned and chimed, “This is so rare.” I faced my wife and quipped, “This is not fair.” Luckily out popped a neighbor we knew, who was as spry as a young kinkajou. So like a fire-drill for the forlorn, we filled his van like the light fills the morn. Bermuda basks in the warmth of the sun; crabs on the beach no doubt frolic for fun. In West Virginia we both hung our hat; a bed and breakfast--we settled for that. 40 Lines |