© 2018 Bill Murphy
At my age, there are times when I have difficult getting all my ducks in a row. Today was one of those days.
I was preparing to leave for a work-meeting of my writer’s group. We were to assemble a display of group projects. While keeping one eye on the clock so as not to be late, I was busy gathering the supplies I’d need: two large aluminum display easels, notebook, pen and pencil, razor knife… and a grande-size coffee in a plastic travel mug – without a lid. I’ve lost the lid.
As I walked out the door, I decided I might need a light jacket. “You left the jacket in the car,” my wife remarked.
Reaching the car, I sat the coffee on the hood, put everything inside, and located the jacket – carelessly tossed on the back seat. Then I jumped inside, and was on my way.
But… one of my ducks had gotten out of his row.
I backed into the street, then headed the 100 yards or so to the intersection, and turn left. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a red flash… or something. Coffee mug!
I’d left the travel mug on the hood, and somehow, it remained there until I made that hard left at the end of our street. I jumped out to behold a truly amazing sight! The now empty travel mug lay in the street almost exactly where I began my turn.
From where it lay, a long light brown wet 90 degree arc was painted on the street. It was a ‘perfect’ arc, smooth and uniform. It could not have been rendered better by a street artist using a compass.
I still drink my coffee the way my grandmother taught me 75 years ago – cream and sugar – heavy on both. Knowing that surely there was coffee on the car (which is white) and knowing this would dry to a sticky mess, and knowing that we had bottled water in the car, I had the means to wash down the offending portions of the vehicle.
About this time an elderly couple (obviously older than me) pulled along side. “Are you leaking water?” he asking.
“No, coffee,” I replied.