The Near Catastrophe

For my birthday,

DeRay bought me a

gym bag on wheels.

Chic red, off-white, black
and green stripped.

As I toss it in the car

after our swim on Wednesday,

my hair gel and face cream

roll out under the car.

Drats.

I hadn’t zipped up the side pocket.

“Oh, no, Ed my hair brush is missing.”

When my gym bag was stolen,

Amy bought me a new little brush

with a mirror on it.

“I’ve got to go back. This is an emergency,” I explain.

As I get to the street, I see two items

just as the UPS driver leaps into his truck

and starts to roll forward.

 I jump in front of the delivery truck

waving my arms frantically.

He stops.

Whew!

I saved that $5.99 brush just in the nick of time.

I smile and wave as I pick it up

as well as the top to my hair spray bottle.

He smiles and waves back.

I sure learned my lesson.

I now check that zipper before I roll.

clankedy – clankedy - clankedy
(the wheels are very noisy on tile and asphalt)