The Magic Car

This Christmas season, I rearranged our furniture to accommodate the tree in the living room. I cleaned house in preparation for The Man's homecoming. Then within half an hour of entering the house, The Man looked around and said, "I was thinking of rearranging the furniture." I put a stop to that immediately. He is not allowed to come home and fiddle with my settings in the first 30 minutes.

But I let him drive our new car. We can't figure out how the lights work and how the car locks remotely. I think something is broken. I may be forced to read the car manual, unless he reads it and adjusts the car's settings...

Our new car is a magic car. Last night, we parked it on Bloor and went to dinner. We came back 8 minutes late, just as a traffic officer was standing behind the car and writing a ticket. The Man rushed up to the car. The officer said, "I usually give a 5 minute grace, but you are 8 minutes late so I am sorry. I've already written the ticket."

I said, "But geez, we rushed back fast as we could." I thought I heard The Man say, "Sylph, what time is it in Afghanistan?"

After a few more exchanges with the officer, he said, "Tell you what - forget about the ticket and Merry Christmas." He tore up the ticket. We thanked him. The Man and I looked at each other in disbelief. I am sure if it was the red Volvo, the officer would have given us the ticket, and on top of that, given us a second one for harassing him even though we weren't.