Shopping

Abigail and I went to Ikea in New Jersey today. Instead of relying on my instinct, I used my GPS for directions to Ikea. I ended up in a traffic jam in the Bronx on the Major Deegan Expressway surrounded by trucks. I wasn't bothered by this until the trucks surrounding me started honking their horns. I tried to ignore everyone, because where could I go? Abigail was so excited because the concrete mixer to the right of us was honking his horn and waving.

I finally decided to really look at the man in the truck behind me. I looked right at his face in the rear view mirror. He smiled in relief that I was finally paying attention to him. He was frantically pointing to the rear of my car. I had no idea why he was pointing and then I had a flashback to the day before.

Sunday was beautiful and the entire neighborhood was outside playing. The teenage boy and his father, who live next door, were in our driveway playing with the two hottest toys in the neighborhood. Big Daddy bonded with male neighbors even more when they found this common interest, the air soft BB gun. Well, when said teenager was finished playing, he yelled over to me, "Tracy, I'm just going to put this on the top of your minivan away from Donny." I thanked him and then told Big Daddy to remind me to take the gun off the roof of the minivan. I'm sure you have all figured out that Big Daddy and I dropped the ball and I was about to transport a weapon across state lines.

Can you believe that gun stayed on the car all the way over the George Washington Bridge and I didn't get arrested for transporting weapons? Once I got to Fort Lee, which is over the bridge, I found a spot that I wouldn't normally want to be and jumped out of the car to retreive the gun. I shoved it under the seat and started to feel like I was packing heat. Abigail and I continued to Ikea for a great day.

This is for Marilyn who knows Abigail obssesion with washing her hands: I should have really thought this trip through before taking Abigail to a place that has kitchen and bathroom showrooms. She insisted on washing her hands at every sink in Ikea. "Washin' my hands, washin' my hands."