by Don Magin
hell is that? I come back from a week
at my mothers and find a new garage in our
backyard! We dont need it, and
we sure as hell cant afford it!
do need it. I cant leave my new
sports car out in the weather all winter. And
we can afford itwe just need to postpone
building the new sun room you wanted.
Oh, no! I
put up with the weekly car washes and monthly
waxings, even if it meant I couldnt have my
hair done. I put up with the leather
car seat covers, even if it meant I couldnt
get a new winter coat. But Im
not going to put up with this! I swear,
you love that stupid car more than you love me!
maybe sometimes I do! At least it
doesnt bitch at me and nag me all the time. With
a slam of the house door, a second slam of the
car door, and a squeal of tires, he was gone.
It was dark
when he returned home several hours later. A note
on the garage door welcomed him: I MOVED A COT
AND A SLEEPING BAG INTO THE GARAGE FOR YOU. SLEEP
WITH YOUR DAMNED CAR!
He tried the
front door of the house, but it wouldnt
open. Damn it! She
must have barricaded the door somehow.
he called out at the light in the upstairs
bedroom window. Honey, open the
door. I didnt mean it. I
love you more than any old car. You
cant be serious about making me sleep in
the garageits supposed to get down to
freezing tonight. Cmon open the
opened and his wifes voice said, Youre
right. You would be pretty cold with
just that old sleeping bag in the garage.
As he waited
for her to open the door, a blanket hit him on