I have become a fatalist and it’s all based around the issue of money. If we have a leaky faucet I am convinced that we need all new plumbing in our house. If the refrigerator makes a new noise I just know it needs to be replaced. Yesterday, I reached an all-time high. Or low.
This is probably going to sound strange, but I rarely see my husband’s car. One of us parks in the garage behind our house and the other out front. When we go somewhere together, we take my car. Yesterday, however, I pulled up behind him out front and noticed this round hole in his back taillight. I went in the house and asked him if his back taillight had been shot out; that it looked like a bullet hole. I questioned this because he knows I’ve become a fatalist and I’m sure he keeps things from me because of it.
He said he didn’t know and he looked genuine and then he raced outside to see for himself. I stood on the porch and heard these words:
“It’s where my key goes to open the trunk.”
Oh. My bad.
I guess a bullet would have shattered the entire taillight. I guess I was being stupid. And expecting the worst. Which could be considered stupid too.
I need a new attitude. Or a good psychiatrist. What I need is a job.
