Momentary Lapse of Judgement

My buddy Jake is the type of guy who lives exclusively for the moment. No foresight, no responsibility. He’s always telling me to Carpe Diem, although I’m not positive he knows exactly what it means. He generally uses it when he’s trying to persuade me to cut out of work early and go fishing with him.

I’ve always said his impulsiveness would get him in trouble, but I thought it would be getting kicked out of his apartment or something like that. I never would have guessed he’d be dumb enough to seize not only the day, but a sports car to enjoy it in.

Of course he got caught, anyone could have predicted that. The man knows nothing about vehicles, so what gave him the idea he could hot-wire a Mercedes? I rag on him a lot, but I really do like the guy. I wouldn’t be at the police station at four in the morning for anyone else.

I worry about Jake, but then again I worry about everything. I’m Jake’s polar-opposite; I guess that’s why we get along so well. I’ve been at the police-station for three hours now, and it’s given me plenty of time to worry, mainly that I’ve screwed up somewhere. I work in a hard-ware store. The pays alright, but I dread every shift.
A voice crackles over the intercom system reading a number. I fumble for my ticket. 9802, that’s me. I climb to my feet and head to the booth. I’m still fretting about Jake so it takes me a second to notice that I’ve just bowled over a woman. I turn around and stammer an apology; bending down to pick up the forms I’ve knocked flying. She’s a brunette, my age, maybe a bit younger. Her eyes are creased with worry. I hand her the forms and she smiles at me, stifling a giggle. I look down; my baby-blue bathrobe is covered with grime. I return the giggle, not because I find the situation particularly funny but because at that moment it was either laugh or cry. She gives in to her laughter, and I join her. The entire waiting-room is watching us now, but that just makes the whole thing funnier.

I had settled down by the time I had signed all the paperwork and Jake had been
released into my custody. We got into my car, but I didn’t give him the tongue lashing I had been planning to. I still can’t condone stealing cars, but I think I understood what was going through Jake’s head.

The Mercedes’ owner declined to press-charges, so Jake got off the hook there. As for me? Well you’re going to have to work that out for yourselves – I’m going fishing.

Momentary Lapse of Judgement

smncameron

Joined January 2008

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