The Start of a Sunday

It was my idea to steal the car. Though really, I'm sure that had he known there was a car to steal, he would have come up with the idea himself. But he didn't know and I did. So it was me who had to jump on it and say, "Why don't we steal the car?"

His initial hesitation caught me a little bit off guard. "I don't know…" he said uneasily. It was the first time I saw uncertainty light up in his eyes - or maybe it was responsibility, but I think I've seen that in him before.

But really, we had no choice. I think it must be in the Bible somewhere that if a guy is going to take a day off from work, the least you can do is make an effort to make it memorable.

The goose chase we invented was a little nuts. Walk to metro. Take green line to red line, red line to orange line. Take the orange line to a taxi that will take us to one of the few grocery stores in the world that happened to have a bank that was open on Sunday. Within fifteen minutes upon reaching our destination, we would then begin to repeat the routine in reverse. It was a Sunday excursion that bore no guarantee that we would make it back by Monday.

Not that it mattered to me, I would have walked the world with him until the Fourth of July, but I could smell from Texas his tolerance, and it wouldn't last past noon. That's why we stole the car.

People who live in fear hate Sundays. For those who fear God, it's the churchgoers double parked on a one way street that drive them nuts. For the overachiever, it's the notion of a day at rest that puts their dress socks in a knot. And those who hate their jobs? Well Sundays stink because they come before Mondays. The split-couple-kid, sighs as he trades in his weekend retreat of candy bars and Saturday morning cartoons for the reality of bed times and homework, while the drunks pace the streets, cursing the fact that liquor stores are closed.

Me? It's usually Netflix, laundry, and maybe an hour wrestling with a pair of rollerblades, but the idea that it could be a new beginning, a fresh day, or even a few hours of un-expectations, well shit, I’d trade my quarters and stolen DVD in a heart beat. The best of days come out of the worst of days…and today was one of those. So yes, we stole the car.