Sometimes it’s not the trip to Mazatlan, betting on the winning team, but how you left your car for eighteen hours without plugging the meter, didn’t get a ticket. A last-minute trip to the restroom can be a blessing too— not only because you found a poppy seed between your two front teeth, but also when you checked for human feet beneath your chosen stall you found four paws instead. Or sitting in traffic— cow blocking the roadway on State Route 12. You collect them the way scrapbook buffs arrange photos, captions: two hours all to yourself at the Suburu Service Center; your son drawing you a picture (Mama wearing a scarf in the wind!); the student who knew Hephaestus: the pho just south of Everett on Highway 99.
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