Check the List

Tina walked up the driveway, as she did every evening at half past six, and glanced at the Toyota Corolla that sat under the carport.  She should start it up, maybe this weekend.  It would only take a few minutes, rev the engine, maybe drive around the block.  It might not start at all.  That would be the preferable outcome.  The battery could be dead and she would have another excuse to add to her list of reasons for not driving.  The list had grown over the last two years.  Tina had memorized it for those occasions when someone, well intending, would ask why she didn’t drive:

  1. Taking the bus was environmentally correct
  2. She saved money by not driving
  3. She got more exercise walking to and from the bus stops
  4. She got even more exercise walking to the grocery store
  5. She was putting off buying a new car
  6. She hated downtown traffic
  7. The freeway depressed her
  8. The smell of gasoline gave her a headache

Nowhere on the list, however, did Tina mention her abject terror of veering, willfully, across the median and into an oncoming truck.

The phone rang promptly at 7:00, as it did every weeknight.  Rodney was considerate about giving Tina time to pour herself a glass of wine, kick off her flats, and flop on the couch.  They talked about their day, how Rodney had back-to-back meetings and Tina finished the Crozell project, a landscaping job on the west side that required tricky tiers of stone and signage for a real estate firm.  In her head, Tina was thinking, “Yada, yada, yada.”

She was on the downhill side of lust.  It was familiar territory.  She wasn’t proud of it, would have preferred to be in love.  Yet, each time she saw Rodney, especially over the last month, she noticed annoying behavioral tics that made her cringe.  It was like being in an empty room with someone chewing and snapping gum.  Pretty soon, all you hear is that snapping and chewing, snapping and chewing, until you just want to punch something.

Things Rodney did that bothered her:  He talked with his mouth filled with food, and every word revealed a gob of scrambled eggs or pie poking out of his mouth.  If he ate garlicky food, all of his pores reeked the next morning.  His apartment was filthy.  Tina felt claustrophobic, surrounded by magazines about sport fishing and investments, bags of fast food wrappers and French fry containers, stacks of CDs and DVDs, all dusty, big clunky furniture that swallowed Tina, at 5’2”, whole.  He watched bowling on TV.  Bowling.

The conversation was just days away.  She could feel it coming on, like knowing you need to fire an employee who is playing solitaire online instead of typing up that report.  She dreaded it but knew if she didn’t end it, she would instead begin listing, out loud, all the things that annoyed her.  She would become, in short, a bitch.

She had reasons, she would explain to Rodney.  She had a kinder, gentler list:   I’m not ready to settle down.  Our pets don’t get along.  I need to focus on my job.  You deserve better.  That was her favorite:  you deserve better.

 

Tina respected lists.  They demonstrated organized thinking.  In the movie High Fidelity, John Cusack’s character made Top Ten lists for everything.  She loved John Cusack.

 

She poured herself another glass of wine.  If she could drive, she could just leave.  If she could drive, she could go toward something – an interstate, a country road, the parking lot at Saks that took two transfers and an hour to reach by bus.  The wine loosened her up, made her a little cocky.  She fantasized about instantly transporting herself, not by car, bus, or her own legs, but through a space-age device.

She drank another glass, grabbed her keys, made her way to the Corolla.  Opening the door, she sneezed, the musty air rising out of the interior. She started it up and let it run for a few minutes. She opened the windows, took a deep breath, put the car in reverse, backed out the driveway, and headed down Ash Street.  Just as she turned onto California Ave., she veered to avoid a truck that was driving left of center–she drove over the low suburban curb and hit a mailbox.  Tina got out of the car.  She never looked back, she just kept walking.

22 Comments Check the List

  1. thewizardsword May 28, 2014 at 6:50 pm

    Wonderful take on the prompt. I really enjoyed the read. Thanks!

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    1. Meg May 29, 2014 at 5:54 pm

      Thank you!

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  2. MamaMickTerry May 28, 2014 at 11:29 pm

    Love it, Meg!!! I gotta read this again tomorrow 🙂

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    1. Meg May 29, 2014 at 5:55 pm

      Aw, thanks. Glad you enjoyed it!

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  3. jannatwrites May 29, 2014 at 2:10 am

    This was great! I especially liked how she was mentally breaking down her relationship with Rodney. Those little annoyances can become big obstacles if we allow ourselves to focus on them 🙂

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    1. Meg May 29, 2014 at 5:56 pm

      Yes — Tina has no concept of Zen-like behavior. 😉

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  4. Jennifer G. Knoblock May 29, 2014 at 3:25 am

    FABULOUS. I don’t gush much, but I am right now.

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    1. Meg May 29, 2014 at 5:56 pm

      Thanks so much, Jennifer! I love gushing. <3

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  5. Stephen Thom May 29, 2014 at 5:24 am

    Ah you captured some relatable thoughts really well, familiarity and little niggles breeding contempt over time. The end was really cool, went somewhere else but kinda found it relatable as well…like a screw it/get out switch flicks on…also high fidelity reference awesome. Great work 🙂

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    1. Meg May 29, 2014 at 5:59 pm

      Thanks, Stephen. I wish I had spent more time on the ending — I think she snaps. I did that once with a job — I just walked out and didn’t go back. Only time in my life I’ve done that and it felt good. I want to read more of your stories–really looking forward to it. Hope to get a chance to do that this weekend. You’ve been so kind and supportive–thanks again.

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  6. jacquelinecaseypoetry May 29, 2014 at 9:00 am

    I am a list maker, so I could really relate to this. However, we humans have a tendency to ‘rationalize’, even when we make a list, right? Great read!

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    1. Meg May 29, 2014 at 6:01 pm

      Yes! Thanks for catching that. And thanks so much for reading.

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  7. Silverleaf May 29, 2014 at 9:51 am

    Love the use of lists and especially the reference to High Fidelity; that worked perfectly! I like that her real, unspoken fear about driving actually comes true but isn’t ultimately so bad (not that the accident isn’t so bad, but it could have been much worse after a few drinks at 5’2″!).

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    1. Meg May 29, 2014 at 6:04 pm

      Hah! I’m enjoying that others like the High Fidelity reference. Thanks for your kind words.

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  8. Suzanne May 29, 2014 at 12:20 pm

    Love the High Fidelity reference! And I love the way she thinks in lists – it says a lot about her character in a wonderfully understated way. Another fabulous story, Meg! 🙂

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    1. Meg May 29, 2014 at 6:04 pm

      Thank you, Suzanne! Yay, John Cusack!

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  9. Kathy Combs (@KathyCombs16) May 29, 2014 at 1:06 pm

    She seemed a bit manic about the list making. I thought it a bit ironic how terrified she was of driving that she went out after drinking and drove and got into another accident…playing out what she feared most. Great story!

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    1. Meg May 29, 2014 at 6:09 pm

      She’s totally manic but in an organized way. The only way she would have gotten in the car was by being drunk. I should have done a little more exposition there — her fear was she would purposely run into a truck, but instead she gets hit by one. Might be a little too cute. I was thinking about a therapist’s story of one of her patients: he feared driving because he was convinced he was going to run over his daughter. That somehow she would just magically appear in front of him and he was going to hit her. Strange, huh?

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  10. fatgirlinboxinggloves May 29, 2014 at 5:09 pm

    I loved the way you told this. Your ending paragraph is so perfect.

    My favorite lines: “Our pets don’t get along.” Hahahaha, and “if she could drive, she could go toward something.”

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    1. Meg May 29, 2014 at 6:11 pm

      Thank you! I actually had a boyfriend — who I dated for FIVE years — tell me that we couldn’t stay together because our pets didn’t get along. At the time, I was speechless. The next day, I thought, “what a buffoon.” Today it makes me laugh and laugh. 😉

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  11. Michael May 29, 2014 at 6:08 pm

    I haven’t seen High Fidelity, but I have seen 2012, another movie in which John Cusack was good in. I like Tina’s list making as well. Lists are fun. 😀

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    1. Meg May 29, 2014 at 6:12 pm

      1. Thank you
      2. Lists are a blast

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