Chapter 9

We arrive at the destination and I walk in. No one else is
there which I am grateful for. I really didn't feel like
waiting forever like you have to sometimes when you take your
car in for an appointment. Mark is what his name tag tells me
is there with a smile to help me. I tell him what kind of
vehicle I am looking for and give the insurance information to
him and he promptly begins to type away on his computer. My
options according to Mark are, a Mitsubishi Mirage which is an
economy selection or a Nissan Versa. I ask if I can see them,
I have no clue what either of those vehicles are or for that
matter what they look like. Mark walks me out, wow I think as
we are approaching the two options I have, not to mention how
much both these tiny cars are going to cost per day. Well it
doesn't matter I don't have to worry about that, Mr.
Davenport's insurance company does. I pick the Nissan, at
least it is a bit bigger than the Mitsubishi. I guess it
doesn't matter I'm not buying it I am just using it for a
short period of time for any necessary driving. I'm not
driving it to Bum Fuck's Ville for pleasure. I finish filling
out all the paperwork and answering all of Mark's questions
and am free to go.
I am driving down the street towards my apartment and just
think to myself goodness my Subaru isn't that big, but this
vehicle makes it seem like a bigfoot truck. But it is a means
of transportation, and beats taken the chance of being raped
and killed by a psycho Uber driver that may be out there just
waiting for the next victim. I laugh out loud as I turn on
the radio.
I am running the options through my mind of what I will do for
the remainder of the afternoon, since it is now only 2:30. I
think about picking up some groceries, because I never did go
this weekend to stock up and think that would not be a bad
idea. Especially considering this time at it should not be
that busy and that I should be able to get in and out in no
time. Of course, like every trip to the store, I get way more
than is needed and spend ten times more than I was budgeting
for groceries this week. But, the good thing is that at least

I will be stocked up for a while and not need to come back to
the store anytime soon.
I load all my bags into the trunk of the car, and immediately
I think maybe I should have taken into consideration the size
of this car. I pop open the trunk and just stare for a minute
or two before starting to try and fit my groceries in. Hell,
my economy sized toilet paper, paper towels and my two cases
of water fill up the trunk in no time at all. I open the back
door and load the rest of my purchase into the miniature back
seat. Well at least I got it all in and loaded, that would
have been really embarrassing to go back in with half my
purchases to return it and explain to the clerk that it
wouldn't fit in my car. Talk about looking like an ass, but
thankfully that didn't happen I sigh with relief.
I get home and take the multiple trips back and forth that it
takes to finally empty out the car of everything. Brandi is
stretching and yawning, she is probably cursing me out because
I am home early and woke her up from her afternoon nap, or for
that matter her whole day sleeping spree. I laugh at her as
she stretches out her front legs one at a time. I ask, “Brandi
are you taking up yoga? If you are maybe you can teach me some
of those poses”. Like always she just looks at me with that
you are fucking nuts look. I just nod and say to her as if I
can read her mind “yes you are right your mom is one fucked up
lady”.
I decide that I will make a nice dinner because I have so much
extra time tonight. I bought a nice T-Bone steak, potatoes
and fresh carrots. I figured I can make that for dinner and
take any leftovers to work tomorrow for my lunch. It isn't
often that I take a big meal to work for lunch, usually my
dinner is my biggest meal of the day.
I get changed into my weekend lounging wear and turn on the
stereo in the living room. I figure I will listen to some
music and enjoy the extra time I have and enjoy not needing to
rush to get my dinner ready but enjoy preparing it for a
change. I enjoy making big meals and baking, I always have.
I guess I was a self-taught cook and baker because I cook
different from my mom. My dad was always a meat and potato

kind of guy so growing up that is usually what our dinners
would consist of. My mom was brought up Pennsylvania Dutch
and they tend to not use much spices and seasonings, but I use
that a lot. I know there was a time that I made some sort of
dish and took some for my parents and they said it was too
spicy, I just don’t remember what it was. Grant you to this
day my mom’s cooking and baking is the bomb but I just like to
spice my dishes up a bit more, that’s all. I start to peel
the potatoes and carrots and turn on the oven as I pop around
to the beat of the radio.