29 Jun “I like the post”, I tell HR as I scroll through her cat collage, “I mean… you know… whatever… I´m just going to acknowledge it.”
“But dad”, HR replies as she looks away, “I put socks on the cat–like you like!”
“You know”, I tell her as I hand her digitaltelephone back to her, “you really don´t understand it–Team Pet Socks. You know–a lot of these teams go drinking, have permiscious connections, but not Team Pet Socks. We are different–it´s like this
You can take the girl off Dorinto, but you can´t take the Dorinto out of the girl.
You are who you are; you can´t go where you aren´t; you can´t be where you´re not. Like we are close, Team Pet Socks, but like… not THAT close. Occasionally, I will make coffee or buy some gomitas–like… it´s really not much more then that. Like something that is interesting–we keep an eye on each other, but casually, through the day, as we go about our lives–it´s like
Like that´s our whole conversation. But, it actually says a lot–how are your eyes–are you stressed? Do their clothes look presentable–classy? Respectful? You know–if these things are ok–then, whatever, it´s cool–it´s really not much more difficult to understand then that. That´s why you made my old friend uncomfortable–you aren´t supposed to play with her cat. I mean–it´s a cat, not a human. The whole idea of Team Pet Socks–is that it´s fun; it´s light; it´s kinda cute; it´s sweet; it´s nice; it´s tough; it´s straight-forward–and we kind of keep each other going–by being responsible, personally; you may not know, or understand, or internalize this–but we all have a lot of personal responsibilities: kids, parents, rent, bills, utilities. Like, I´m not expecting you to help, or assist, with this–but, don´t make life harder. You kind of know what I mean?”
“So”, HR replies as she turns her head back to me, “you don´t want me to touch the cat?”
“HR”, I reply as I look forward in the spacejet and turn up the RadYo, “don´t fucking touch my old friend´s cat.”
“Sorry for the profanity”, I say as I sigh, “but… it´s just that it matters.”
“Not touching the cat?”
“No”, I reply as I roll down the window, “it´s just EVERYTHING–respect what is not yours.”
“The cat isn´t mine”, she replies as she turns her head away.
“Well”, I reply as I roll the window back up, “it is now. You had to fucking touch the cat–we never fucking touch the cat. Now we own a cat, yo!”
I pause. I look in the rearview visor.
“The cat”, I say as I turn my head to HR, “just threw up in the backseat.”
I pause; I turn my head to look at the herd of cows.
“Like”, I continue as I turn my head forward, “is this place just all cows–what the fuck?”
“Told you”, HR says as she turns her head to her new companion in the backseat, “there´s a shitload of cows.”
“Yeah”, I reply as I turn up the RadYo, “yup.”
I pause; I love this song!
“Hey”, I ask HR as I hit the left blinker, “you hungry?”
“Yeah sure”, she replies as she wipes the throw up with a toilette, “what you thinking?”
“I don´t really care”, I reply as I look in the rearview visor.
I pause. I throw up, a little.
“Yeah, sure”, I reply as turn the steeringwheel left, “why not?”
“Hey dad”, HR says as she puts the toilette into the small garbage receptor, “the cat just threw up again. I´m going to need more toilettes.”
I pause; ain´t that the truth. I sigh.