Written by Christopher Null on July 29th, 2004

When children vomit, tragedy strikes. En route to day care with cranky kid in the back seat… I hear her stop crying for one second… gulp, gulp… looks like she’s choking… emergency stop… reach back to try to help and… glug, glug… puke, everywhere… even into the seatbelt mechanism… oh this is foul… call the wife… gonna need a hand on this one… she’s not answering… get the kid home… hose her down… change her clothes… finally sanity returns… a few hours later, the wife comes home for her kid shift… I’m off to work… can’t find my cell phone, but no matter… start to thinking about it 10 hours later… wait a sec, where IS that phone?… oh shit… I put it on the roof of the car earlier today… and forgot about it when I went to work… you can see the marks in the dust where it rattled around a bit before falling off… but where did it fall?… not in the street… no one’s answering it… of course, if it got run over, that’s not going to help much… nice work, Null… so hey, if you find my bronze Nextel phone in San Francisco, drop me a line, ok?

 

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