Monday, June 18, 2007
Stop the Car! I Have Four Bars!!
Nothing in this world can be as relaxing and pristine as driving through the mountains of West Virginia. Soft music rises from the stereo as you take time to reflect through the curves. We will often spot a deer or a bear. We take side roads and walk the trails trying to identify the flora and fauna.
This past Saturday was kind of like that. Except that Mouthy- Sister – In –Law was in the back seat.
Mozart was playing. I was becoming one with the music and the scenery.
"Stop the car! I have four bars!!"
"Huh?" I’d felt like someone had assaulted my ears and thrown cold water on an otherwise pleasant trip.
"If you could please stop! I have a message and FINALLY in all of this freaking wilderness I have four bars!"
I dropped my chin and looked at my husband. He’s the reason I have this sister-in law. My eyes said, "Keep driving, baby."
"I’ll lose my bars!" Came the whine from the back.
Knowing that there was no immediate family emergency she should be concerned about, and believe me, she would have informed us of the fact upon entering the car, I turned around and asked for the phone.
"Gimme that damn phone."
Timidly she handed it to me.
I rolled down my window, grabbed the cell between my forefinger and my thumb and draped my hand out the window.
Husband gripped the wheel. I caught him glancing as his brother through the rear view mirror.The three of us were in consensus.
Every so often there would be a mumbled plea from the back seat. "Could I please have my cell back?"
I wouldn’t even turn around. I could see through the side mirror as I let my grasp loosen and the phone would dangle recklessly between finger and thumb.
"Would you please turn up Mozart?"
…and through the country-side we glided.