My husband and I were hitching a ride. For some reason I knew we were going to Matt's bar for Jucy Lucys.
A dumpy brunette woman asks us if we need a ride. We say yes. We get into her beat up red minivan. Husband sits in passenger seat and I get behind the driver.
We both look in back and see a baby. Facing front, but much too young to be doing so. Fussing, but not too much.
Woman makes conversation, and as she does, she lights a cigarette. A Marlboro Light 100. Before husband or I can protest, she has handed me a lit cigarette and rolled down her window.
Husband and I exchange looks of confusion and concern.
I make the 'don't make waves, she's giving us a ride' face at husband. And accept the cigarette.
Then I wake up. To cries of the son saying, 'Dadddddeeee woo woo. Woo woo. Dadddeee.'
This means he wants his Daddy and his Cars ambulance. Daddy is at work. Kid gets it. What he does not get; and the reason why he is currently yelling at me, is that I cannot fucking find his fucking ambulance and I really don't appreciate getting berated at 7am. Before any caffeine.
Flu shots today. God help us all.