Daily writing prompt

What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

I say timing because it is something I just fussed about yesterday afternoon. Let me first establish a few things. The wife and I are now the only two in the house. We raised two boys in this little 900 square foot house, as difficult as that might be to believe. However, nowadays, most days, it simply does not seem worth it to fix dinner at home. First it’s work to make it; then there is cleaning up afterward. Worst, a lot of the food gets wasted. We simply don’t eat that much.

Therefore, sometime early afternoon, the two of us get in the car and go somewhere. It gives us a reason to get out of the house for a while. Thankfully, there are dozens of places to go. As explained earlier, I really like Abbay’s. Great food and unbelievably fast. Near Thanksgiving, they start serving turkey and dressing… did I say very good turkey and dressing. We try to go there at least once a week. My wife does not like any dressing, but I do. She just eats the turkey and I deal with the dressing.

Okay, let me return to where I was before I interrupted myself. Yesterday, we were on our way to Abbay’s and, as usual, the traffic was really ridiculous. It wouldn’t nearly be so bad, but there are a bunch of folks who come down here from Memphis. By the way, I have mentioned a time or two those from north of the state line really don’t drive very well.

After the driver in the car next to mine decided to occupy the same space we were in, without warning, mind you, I dodged the car and looked at the expression on my wife’s face. Her expression matched the way I felt.

Then, I calmly said to her, “You know, it’s just no fun driving around here anymore. If I didn’t know better, I’d think they are trying to hit us.”

She didn’t laugh. She just gave me a sideways glance and looked forward. Sure enough, the plate on that car, that had the not so courteous driver, had a plate plainly saying it was from Shelby County. What’s more they actually had markings on it showing how proud they were about it.

Well. That’s about it. When people want to hit you, it’s just no fun going out to eat anymore. It has gotten to be something I just just no longer look forward to. Guess it is just about time to start having it delivered. That would be good. I’d not have to charge the car batteries as much. Who knows? It might ever save me a penny or two.

Then again, we just might have to face cabin fever instead.