Car Pool Log: 2006 08-24

Car Pool Log: 2006 08-24

Black mini-SUV Lexus, dark gray interiors, wood paneling. Baby-seat in the middle of the backseat, cushioned with dark blue velour, a black jacket balled up and resting in the booster.

“Do you have enough room back there?” Driver asked me. “I think so. Yes, I do,” I answered.

As we drove away from the curb Driver announced that there was heavy traffic piled-up along the 580 and 80 intersection, or “The Maze.” She asked us if it would be alright if she went down 980 and then back up the 880. Second Passenger said that was fine. Driver then asked if we knew of any other ways. Second Passenger suggested taking the West Grand entrance but Driver didn’t know that route. Second Passenger navigated the way for her.

“This is a great way to go for the weekends,” Second Passenger said.

“It’s your little secret way,” Driver said.

Pause.

“It’s amazing there isn’t more accidents at that intersection,” Second Passenger offered.

“Yeah, everyone’s switching lanes there,” Driver said.

As we got to the toll plaza, Lionel Richie: “Hello.” On the floor in the backseat; a black purse with black and white small squares lining the interior, a hair clip closing together the hand straps. In-between driver and passenger’s seat was a filled paper bag, possibly with lunch, appeared to have been used once before, the top rolled closed.

“Well, now one other person knows your secret way,” Driver said with a laugh.

As we pulled into Fremont Street from the off-ramp, the Backstreet Boys: “Quit Playing Games With My Heart.”