My Day so far….
Most men would have put her on the payroll in a non-threatening job, I was thinking as I drove in my usual sane fashion on an insane freeway. As I pondered Mr. McCain’s newest demented panderings, a car full of callow youths hurled what I thought was an empty milk shake carton at my car. Being the Rejected Woman I should have realized there would be enough of the shake left in it to spatter my windshield and the glass on the passenger side. I hesitated giving them the finger. There were more of them than of me. Instead of pulling over and wiping off the detritus, I continued driving, and squinted my way down my street, where I immediarely hit a large industrial-type trash can, hidden by a parked Lexus, and knocked out my rear mirror on the passenger side. My cat was howing inside when i got home and as I grabbed the little wretch he scratched my arm from wrist to shoulder, long and deep. Enough was enough. I slumped onto the sofa with the New Yorker and it came to me as I read the blood-stained pages that the day was only my latest punishment for being born on a planet so dismally far beneath my standards. The Rejected Woman soldiers on.
