Dear driver of the cheap version of a Vespa,
part of which is now sitting on my living room ottoman like a trophy,
I want to thank you
for smashing your bike into my recycling bin
at 5:45 Tuesday morning.
I am unsure if you were:
1. too drunk to notice it
(this despite the fact that it is four feet tall, and full of cans, bottles,
and reams of my scribble),
or, 2. deliberately ramming your moped into stuff,
at 5:45 on a Tuesday morning,
unencumbered by such details as a helmet or pants
(this theory being supported by the fact that upon leaving my driveway,
you crashed into three of my neighbors' waste receptacles also).
It doesn't matter. Either way you made me smile
(and not only because I now own a large chunk of silvery plastic covered in dents and scratches, with "TORPEDO" emblazoned on it in purple).
You see, after I ran down the stairs, and down the driveway,
to make sure you weren't roadkill,
and after you yelled something totally unintelligible back to me,
when I kindly suggested you have a rest before getting back onto your moped,
and then not so kindly suggested you help unscatter my reams of scribble,
after you rode off, weaving, to hit more bins,
I picked up my recycling (and the large chunk of your bike), and went to bed.
But I could not sleep. So, of course, I was cursing you.
BUT, while I was cursing you, for some reason,
I thought of my current work-in-progress,
And I had a complete and total revelation about it,
which I never would have had, had I been asleep,
at 5:45 on a Tuesday morning,
like usual.
So, thank you. I hope you made it home, safely,
and without losing too much of your leg skin in the mo of your ped
(given that I have the entire protective cover on my ottoman).
And I hope you found your pants.
As for me, I am heading into my basement hole to write.
Sincerely,
Jacqui
WOO-HOO! take the inspiration from whereever it comes and run with it! or moped.
Ha! Glad you had the revelation.
Well, sometimes ideas just come along and hit you, don't they...