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105. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

Thursday, December 14th, 6:00pm
Drommen (and Hillary)


Drommen sits at the window. Hillary takes the seat beside him.

Drommen: Hey, er, Jessica. Or should I call you Hillary?

Hillary: Hey, Jake. You can call me Jessica.

Drommen: (smiles) Okay. What’s new?

Hillary: Funny you should ask that. I met an undercover cop on the bus yesterday.

Drommen: Really?

Hillary: Yeah. She was goin’ around askin’ girls if they’d seen that flasher.

Drommen: What did you tell her?

Hillary: I described him. And I also told her it wasn’t the Drummin’ guy, ‘coz that’s what you said. She asked about him by name.

Drommen: Ah well, that’s good.

Hillary: That’s good?

Drommen: Well yeah, they don’t want to catch the wrong guy. So what does this other guy look like, anyway?

Hillary: (regards him closely) Actually, he kinda looks like you. Except he’s got this mole on his cheek.

Drommen: You told the cop about the mole though, right?

Hillary: I’m not sure. Why do you ask?

Drommen: Oh, no reason.



Next stop: Friday, December 15th, 8:00pm

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Where’s a burned out brake light when you need it?

I had my brake light replaced yesterday. That’s my back story.

Speed forth to today.

Leaving my house this morning, I was stopped by a frantically waving mother (mine). She wanted to let me know that my headlights were on. I explained to her that they were Daytime Running Lights (DRLs). I didn’t get into the fact that they have been required by law in cars in Canada for the past 21 years… my mother is 83 years old. There are many things I don’t bother to try to explain to her anymore. Anyhoo, that was my first notice today of DRLs.

The second one came this afternoon on my way back home. I was being followed by a cop car – which had one of its DRLs out. Because I just had a brake light blow, I imagined the scene in which I hadn’t already had it replaced and I got pulled over. My imaginary conversation went something like this:

Cop: You have a light out.

Me: Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know.

Cop: Do you know how many times I’ve heard that?

Me: But did you have any idea that you’d be the next one saying it? (I point at his DRL and smirk, ruthlessly.)

Cop: (Puts his hand over his mouth, giggles, and runs back to his car and speeds away in embarrassment.)

Okay, so it probably wouldn’t go exactly like that. But I would have liked to have seen the look on his face, wouldn’t you?