My Morning Walk

On my morning walk, Cooper and I got caught in a surprise fog/rain attack and it reminded me of that time when I was a senior in high school and I had ditched sixth period in order to go home and listen to the new George Benson album, Breezin’ and, as I was driving in my 1976 matte yellow Pinto down a side street near El Camino Real High School so I would’t be seen, there was a sudden thunderstorm that caused a flash flood that capsized me and my disoriented Pinto.

I remember I had to get out of the car and trudge through knee-high rainwater in my favorite baby blue Ditto jeans and my beloved Sbicca platforms with the cork soles.  I was more concerned with my shoes than I was the car. That poor thing.  I left her there, all alone, in the middle of the street looking like one of those pieces of furniture you see stranded on the side of the freeway and you think Did that get up by itself and walk here or did someone hurl it out their passenger window?

I literally do not know what made me tick back then.

Seize the Day, I Suppose,
Trudy Teenager

10 Comments on "My Morning Walk"

  1. The Zadge says:

    I loved George Benson in high school, with my big comb in the back pocket of my Jordache jeans!

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      Oh my god Jordache jeans! My best friend and I used to take in our Jordache jeans so much that we couldn’t lift our legs to walk over the benches that were always on the 9th grade lawn. It’s like we were stick figures unable to bend below the waist.

  2. The Farmer says:

    I simply can’t imagine what it is like to walk out of one’s house and see palm trees every day.

  3. I loved my cork soled platforms! I’d sadly fall off them today, but what a nice memory that I once wore them.

  4. linlah says:

    I’m thinking that a capsized Pinto would have made a good bathtub and you could have rowed your way out thereby saving your shoes.