I like one of my carpool
companions, but he irritates me.
His latest thing was to spill gasoline in his trunk
then insist on driving. The first day after the spill
I refused. A few days later he wanted to drive, and it
didn't seem so bad, but if you sat in the back, whew!
I felt both high and sick at the same time
Then one day we were driving, just the two of us, and it
hit me: the reason he bugged me so much is that he is
very much like my father. Not in appearance -
they don't look anything alike, but in the way he talks,
the expressions he uses, the strangely formal and
constructed diction he has, the way he repeats himself...
And I should say, my dad died just a few years ago.
So on the way home I just listened to him talk, and
half-pretended I was listening to my dad.