The faceplate dangled by it’s cords, and I had NO IDEA how to fix it. I wasn’t even supposed to be in the area, it was restricted access and I was the one whom it was restricting. My heart started racing with all of the possibilities and consequences.
*”We’ve lost all power! Evasive maneuvers!…” as we wove in and out of the asteroid field.
“How could you have done this to us, Jack?” The Captain glowered at me as I skulked away…*
*”I can’t get anything to work properly! What did you do this time, Jack?” the Captain aimed the accusation from across the ship.*
*”NOW WHAT!?!” the Captain growled from his chair.*
The Captain walked past, reached across my shoulder, and popped the plate back onto the electrical box. He looked calmly at me, grunted, and moved on.
I guess that’s how it gets fixed.
“You know, these things are on algorithms according to the flow of traffic and time of day and population in this neighborhood and… ” she didn’t hear the rest of what he was saying because she’d already decided to push the button anyway.
They stood in the cement island sanctuary of a 6 lane thoroughfare going both directions. She had her camera in hand, and he was meant to be her eyes while she gathered evidence, not his own mouth.
“I don’t remember asking for your mathematical input on why crosswalks work and don’t work within city limits. I’m only asking you here to make sure no one sees what I’m about to do. Can you do that for me?” She had turned her face up towards his, he’d not really stopped talking, until he noticed her stance. He then looked down.
“Yes, Princess Paranoid Pants? You rang?” He smirked. She returned to her notes.
“It says I have to hit this button 4 times, pause for 1 second, then 4 more times. And if I don’t get it just right, it won’t work.” She started to stance herself like a golfer.
The ground dropped out underneath them, even though their feet were still on the ground.
“OOOOH goodness, can we stop?” I implored the driver.
We had been at the beach for the day and driving back home, but we passed a 1959 Chevrolet Apache Fleetside, sitting as decoration at an antique store that was closed for the day. I spent an hour and a half drenching the rusty truck in shutter clicks.
It was wonderful.
“Jack, you didn’t put these in the right spot, again!” She grumbled, trying not to be upset.
She’d witnessed him get back-handed for ogling a girl on the other side of the building. It was innocent and she knew it. But the warden had a power complex and liked to take it out on anyone who was weak. He loved to pick on Jack the most because Jack would cry and make a big scene, which would feed the warden’s ego complex even more. She’d seen too much hurt happening here, and realized there was no reason to be mad anymore.
She just proceeded to fix his mistake, while a single tear ran down her face.
He was almost an oversight. I was waiting for the crosswalk when I glanced at the hydrant at my knees. The angle, at first, made him look like a discarded wad of gum, but then I was reminded of Toy Story, and the little army men, and then I had to snap a photo. I think he makes a very good model.
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*Begovia Travel Monthly*