In late winter, 2019, something happened which amazed me; NC issued a new driver’s license to me. Now, please understand, I wasn’t amazed because, in the last five years, I killed seven people due to my wild driving habits. This may take a bit to explain.
You see, it’s like this, in 2014 I turned seventy-five and I said to myself, “Old Boy, this is your last one.” (In case you forgot, I’m talking about a driver’s license, not women.) And here I am, getting another one. And I am now saying to myself, “Old Boy, this is your last one.” Please understand that I am not a fatalist, but rather a realist. We must face facts. Time, tide, and the Happy Hunting Ground wait on no man. What I am telling you is, if you are a betting man, you should get real long odds on me getting my next license.
By the way, I can barely see my kitchen sink, so tomorrow looks to be one of those dreadful days because I will have to dedicate at least three minutes of my precious time to loading the dishwasher. “Into every life, some rain must fall.”
You may also like “Short Stories, Volume II” by H.D. Ingles.
