Who is That Man With a Towel on His Head and What are They Doing To Him?
When my Dad was still alive, I took him to Atlanta to for an outpatient eye surgery. As they were getting ready to release him, the nurse got blood all over his clothes taking out his IV, so she gave him a pair of scrubs to wear home. Once they had him ready to go, my mother and I went to get the car, only to find it wasn't where we thought it was supposed to be. We ended up walking several levels of the parking garage before we found it and were able to drive around to the door where they were waiting on us.
By the time we were finally out of there and headed home, it was well into late afternoon traffic. Headed west bound on I-285 (read: World's Largest Parking Lot), the sun was directly in our eyes. Fresh out of eye surgery, Daddy couldn't handle the blinding glare on his sensitive eye. There was a bath towel covering the seat, so to keep out the sun, Daddy draped it over his head.
He was much more comfortable like that, but we couldn't help but sit there in stop-and-go traffic forever, and speculate and laugh, wondering what the people in the cars around us were thinking about two women in this car with this man in scrubs with a bath towel over his head. Did they kidnap him? Was he a hostage? What were they DOING to that poor guy?
As soon as we could escape the gridlock of the perimeter, we stopped at an International House of Pancakes so that Daddy could get something light on his stomach after the surgery while we waited out the rest of rush hour traffic and the glare of the sun before we continued the journey home.
(c) 2013 by Debbi Craton. May not be used without permission. All rights reserved.
Adapted from a post originally published on Bubblews 10/5/2013 and removed 1/1/2015.
Image Credit » Photo (c) 2008 by Debbi Craton. May not be used without permission. All rights reserved.