Most days I slip behind the wheel at 9:30 a.m. and head to work, long after rush hour has lost its zip. During my twenty-minute drive, I usually spot a photo op or two. Yesterday, there were five, Yes, FIVE! Just five minutes into the trip. Kind of ironic, I know.
9:35 – Photo Op #1
On the dashboard, the song, “Fruitcakes,” suddenly appeared on the screen. I wanted to take the shot … had to take the shot, but the adult in my head said, “No! Don’t do it!”
“But, but … It’s a funny picture.”
“If you take it, you’ll be late!”
“You’re right,” I said, as sweat dripped down my face; I white-knuckled the wheel and continued on my way. All the while, “Fruitcakes” stared at me from the dashboard and then disappeared a few minutes later.
My adult high-fived me. Somehow I found that elusive, fly-by-night trait, known as self-control, and didn’t give in to a quick photo op fix.
But my Zen moment didn’t last long.
I was tested again at a four-way stop.
9:40 – Photo Op #2
A woman crossed the street with a baby strapped to her chest. She held a red umbrella to shield her from the sun.
You really suck, God!
My right cheek twitched. My adult again yelled, “No! Don’t do it!”
“Just one quick shot.”
“No! You’ll be late!”
I used my hyper-focus superpower to regain my composure then hit the gas.
After dodging the problem, I turned right into another photo op trap.
9:43 – Photo Op #3
On the corner, a sign taunted, “Rough Road Ahead.”
“Just one quick shot!”
My adult shook her head and pointed at the road.
I sighed and continued, both elated and surprised by my self-control. “I can do this! I said, confident I could make it to the office without a photo op fix … until that friggin truck approached in the opposite lane.
9:48 – Photo Op #4
As the truck passed, I saw the words, “Mosquito Squad,” printed on the door.
My skin started to crawl. I reached for the phone and stopped when my adult yelled again, “No! Don’t do it!”
“But … it said, ‘Mosquito Squad.'”
I didn’t stop; I bit my lip as my armpits spritzed. Just seven more minutes. I said, “I can do this!”
Then, as I turned into the street that led to my destination, I spotted another distraction on the side of the road.
9:58 – Photo Op #5
A mother boulder with tot rocks sitting on top. I sucked in a breath and passed it, just as a spasm contorted my lips. My eyes bulged.
At 10:00, I hung a left into the parking lot.
I had the shakes for most of the day, until the drive home when I got my fix.
Because I took a picture of this.
That was yesterday.
Today, while backing out of the driveway after work, this appeared on the dashboard screen.
Yes, there is photo op Karma!
Do you have a photo op addiction?