Call Me Geo...

Just before Steven passed away, he was looking for a new work car. The old work car had taken it's last breath and he was temporarily driving my brand new Jeep to the coal mine. If you've ever been near a mine, you know how filthy they are and it's the last place you want your new car to be driven. We had discussed a budget and I was annoyed with the subject. He knew I was tired of taking the Jeep to the car wash and it was becoming a regular argument, but he was struggling to find a decent vehicle. Long story short - the issue was weighing heavy on us both.

You have to know the above information to understand tonight's story:

One morning, Steven came in from work. I was getting ready for the day and he was getting ready for bed. Out of the blue he says, "You know, you're like an old work car." Not knowing exactly where he was going with this statement, I replied dryly, "Uh huh? Explain." He continued on, "You know.. you're like an old work car. Your miles are getting a little high and it's time to trade you in on something a little newer." As you can imagine, I wasn't amused. Steven continued on, "You don't buy a work car thinking it's going to be your life long companion... you just buy it to use for a little while. When it starts falling apart, you get something else. And every now and then, when you are out looking for a Cavalier, you get lucky and stumble across a good deal on a Corvette." At this point, I likely said something along the lines of "Cool it" or "Take it easy." I was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing lotion on my ankles. They were swollen due to pregnancy and I guess Steven saw an opportunity to keep going. The next words out of his mouth were, "...and it looks like you need a new set of tires."

I have to admit, I was amused. He was always picking on me and I liked it. I guess it's the way I was raised. My Dad has always picked on my Mother in the same way. I remember Dad telling Mom she was asinine a couple years ago and Steven laughed for days over it.

Anyway, the conversation had ended and after thinking about it, I went back in the bedroom and said to Steven, "You're a real asshole, you know that?" Without missing a beat, he responded, "Yeah. Well. You're a Geo Tracker!"

"Humor does not diminish the pain - it makes the space around it bigger."  - Allen Klein