Yesterday, while waiting for the bus, I had a terrible compulsion. There was no one around; traffic along that stretch of Mt. Auburn was clear because the lights at both ends were holding it. There was a pile of snow right next to me, left by Monday’s brief morning precipitation, and since it was near freezing, it was wet and packable. Across the street was an empty, extremely shiny and clean hearse. All the other cars parked along the street were coated in salt and sand, but it was so clean, it was screaming to be targeted. Plus, it’s a Catholic church, so that makes it okay, right?
Obviously, I didn’t actually do it. But man, that voice in the back of my head was powerful. I have to remember that, among other things, I can’t get away with that kind of childishness as a 24 year old. Mischevious ideation, or something.
Also, an observation on hearse design: the vehicle was the hearse edition of a recent Cadillac STS, the model with a very faceted front end. So it had a modern looking front, and shiny spinner-like hubcaps, but the raised hearse backend still had the scrollwork design and the fake lantern on the side. I suppose those designs date back to hearse carriages in England or something, but it’s jarring to see such an anachronistic vehicle, combining modern and traditional.
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