I wanted to make a pit stop at the grocery store but, as is common among those in my age group, I forgot. I remembered just as I passed the road that that led to the store. " $%#&*@!" I mumbled under my breath (or so I thought)
Rileigh:What, dad? Me: Nothing honey. Rileigh:What wrong daddy? Me:Nothing's wrong baby. Rileigh: Oh. [pause] Then why you say that: sonofabitch? Me: Uh, what? Rileigh:You say sonofabitch. Me: [removing one hand from the wheel to slap self in forehead] Oh, I forgot to turn back there so we can go to the food store. Rileigh: [in her patronizing, conciliatory tone- that sounds remarkably like what you would hear when someone is talking to a 5 year old who has just spilled his milk] It's okay daddy, we can go an "utter" way. Me: Yes honey, we sure can go another way. Rileigh: [giggling now] You're silly, daddy!
It is in the admission of ignorance and the admission of uncertainty that there is a hope for the continuous motion of human beings in some direction that doesn't get confined, permanently blocked, as it has so many times before in various periods in the history of man.