Wednesday, April 19, 2017
a click and surprise.
It was raining in Chicago. Pouring actually--buckets and buckets. I put the girls in the van and drove down the street to pick up their brother. We parked on a side street and, with umbrellas clutched tightly, fought our way through the wind and rain. By the time we reached the classroom we were soaked.
We gathered Will and headed back to the van, down the walk and left at the side street where I remembered parking the van.
Two clicks of the remote and the side door slid open.
No one moved.
'Grammy,' said Will, 'this isn't our car.'
I looked at the remote in my hand...'Grammy,' said Sadie, 'this isn't our car.'
And it wasn't. It opened with the remote, but clearly wasn't their car.
I yanked the door closed like it was on fire, and stepped back. We started walking. One block, two and then...there it was. Just where I'd left it. I remembered now, crossing that street, skirting those puddles, it all came back. I double-clicked and the door slid back. The inside was just as we'd left it and everyone climbed inside.
Will looked at me, then out the window, 'Well, that never happened before,'