The morning began as any other morning would at the Roderick house. Hope and Shae had left for school. Addison was up and getting ready for her day. Scott and I had our steaming hot latte and were sitting down to enjoy a little "Good Morning America". Everything changed in a blink of an eye.
Shae walked in and said all they were doing in all her classes was watching movies. She had much better things to do than to watch movies so she came home to go shopping (I know, Roderick). Addison and she were upstairs chatting away as Scott heard that faint sound of dread. The street cleaners were approaching. It was Friday.
This sound used to send pangs of terror through our veins. Recently, not so much. We had learned after several expensive lessons, to park in the drive way. Always park in the drive way. Scott, being the Mrs. Cravitts that he is, stared out the window to see who on our street was going to be written up with a parking violation. Shae's steel grey Nissan was parked . . . on the street.
He screams into action. Yelling at Shae "KEYS!" as he slides lithely across the tile on an area rug, catching Shae's keys perfectly as she throws them from the second floor. While still catching keys and sliding, he opens the front door and hits the pavement running.
He is a streak across the front lawn and makes it to the car just as the sweeper turns on our street. He pulls the car into the driveway and waves at the ticket man. He has tasted victory this Good Friday. He is our hero.
Me, I just keep sipping my latte.
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