My Ground Hog's Day, Feb. 2

My Feb. 2nd, Ground Hog's Day was an ordinary day. Not a day I would have recalled a few years from now. However. I will try to recreate just one part of my day to immortalize:

We pulled into the car wash (Suds and Duds) on 25th. We had to cross something off of the note card list. Item 2. Thank God he keeps a list otherwise nothing would ever get done. I could never keep a list like that. List list list. Maybe I should, but it wouldn't be for my sake. Pull in. Do we have enough cash. Oh I have a dollar here. It is his, from this morning in the coffee shop. I wonder if he knows that.
-Stay inside with the dogs, I'll be just a minute, choose a song to listen to.
The ipod is playing. Going through the list of songs. List list list. Can't choose so I put it on shuffle. Be Good Tanyas. They always be good.
mrgchssschwub-schuwbmrgchssschwubwubwub.
The high pressure water on the soon to be white again Tundy rocks the vehicle with deafening static. Copper crawls onto my lap, shaking, shivering, trembling, damn near coming out of his skin. Shit Sutter hurry up. Copper tucks his worried head into my armpit, then looks around, then moves around. Shit he should not be moving around like this his knee is getting banged around. Fuck Sutter, don't worry about this side of the car, can't you see he's scared and it's bad for his knee? It's silly, he's a dog. In fact I know he wont even remember this in 20 minutes. I'm sure his knee is fine. But it feels traumatizing for both of us. Done. Whew. Coffee. Oh, Copper sat on my coffee cup. Hair on the sip hole. Damn! I wasn't going to drink it anyway, I'm tired of the same 8oz soy latte with honey and cinnamon.
Door opens Sutter hops in.
- Thanks Sut.
- Yup.
Should I tell Sutter about the coffee cup. I begin to, but something else comes up. Not sure what. But it isn't that important to him anyway I'm sure. I just can't believe the amount of hair on the lid. But it doesn't matter, I'm not drinking it. Wasteful? maybe. There are Haitians going hungry and I ordered a latte (I'm not going to drink) out of habit rather than desire. pffarg.
We drive away and wouldn't you know there is a deep mud puddle where the parking lot meets the road. Seems useless to wash a car in the winter, but it must be done. Ease through the puddle. It is much deeper than it looks, but we have to drive through anyway. On to Item 3.