Car Pool Log: 2006 07-31

Approached a black mini-SUV with a babyseat in the back and Second Passenger in the front. Driver told me to go around the other side and thanked me. I smiled and said no problem, said good morning to the two of them. Baby tissues in a carton on the floor, CD’s in a visor holder also on the floor, a container with one cinnamon Tic-Tac left.

They continued their conversation from before I got into the car. Driver was talking about being in an airport and how if your paperwork wasn’t properly filled out then they would send you to the back of the line. I didn’t hear what country she was referring to, it seemed that every time she spoke a key noun a motorcycle would rumble by or we’d drive over a bump in the road.

Driver spoke, from what I could gather, of adoption.

Second Passenger asked Driver if she spoke at the seminar she had gone to.

“No,” she said. “I didn’t have to which was lucky. There were plenty of big-wigs there, supervisors, managers. But I was the only clinician.”

There was moderate traffic on the bridge. Driver turned on AM radio to hear the traffic report and pointed out a helicopter flying close to the bridge.