Monday, October 17, 2011

Sunday Scribbling #289: You are here

Boyfriend and I are in the car. Boyfriend has designated me navigator. I am not a good navigator. In fact I suck at map reading. It is the sole reason why I flunked out of Geological Engineering. Boyfriend is fully aware of this, yet he insists.
Boyfriend asks for a status report, "Am I going to have to turn soon?"
I look at the map. I turn it upside down. I trace random streets with my finger.
"Um, what road are we on?"
Boyfriend huffs in exasperation. He glances quickly at the map in my hands. He points to a road on the map.
"We are here," he says redirecting my finger.

Ten minutes later, we are lost.
"Let's just turn down the street and pull over," I tell Boyfriend.
"Just tell me how close we are to Main Road."
"I don't know how close we are," I say through gritted teeth.
"Look on the map," Boyfriend huffs.
"I don't know where we are on the map," I yell.

A few minutes later Boyfriend pulls into a service station. He takes the map from my hands. He looks it over for a few seconds before handing it back to me.
"We're actually not that far from our destination," he tells me. "I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?" he asks getting out of the car.
"No thanks," I say sulkily.
Boyfriend walks into the store. I sit in the car. I huff at the window. My warm breath fogs up a little patch on the window. With my finger I draw Boyfriend. Next to him I draw the dog house. YOU ARE HERE. I write above it.

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  1. Sounds like boyfriend needs to buy a GPS!

    Clever writing.

  2. This is the funniest piece I have read for some time. I could imagine you huffing so clearly and you looked so charming doing so!

  3. We all know that into each life a little rain must fall, but buttons aren't part of the equation.