Twittering Tales — Bad Timing

F2CA1BC7-53E6-4633-91EA-999C7530E8A2In 2009, Ramesh paid nearly a million dollars to purchase a taxi medallion. He thought he was set for life and he could pass the medallion on to his children, giving them a valuable inheritance.

Then Uber and Lyft came along and now that damn taxi medallion is close to worthless.

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Wal_172619 @

Timing Is Everything

BFC3BF54-7478-45C1-BD37-8A0D976CB273Yesterday, Nova, over at My Namaste 365 Online, got nominated for the Mystery Blogger Award and then she was kind enough to nominate me, along with nine other bloggers for the same award. So thank you, Nova, for nominating me.

Nova also just started her own Daily Random Word prompt yesterday. Her first daily random word was “path.”

It’s interesting timing that on the same day I posted this post, in which I said that I was going to slightly change the “path” of my blog by cutting back on (1) writing posts with questions asked by other bloggers and on (2) responding to some prompts, that Nova nominates me for an award where I’m supposed to answer questions she posed, and she also starts a brand new one-word prompt. (Whew, that’s a long sentence, isn’t it?)

Well, I have decided that, because of the strange timing, I’ll go ahead and answer Nova’s five questions, but these will likely be the last such blog nomination questions I will answer before taking my blog on that different path.

So here are Nova’s questions along with my answers.

  1. Who’s the most influential on you as a writer? It’s not so much a “who” as it is a few “whats,” like politics, society, and life.

  2. What are your writing goals for 2019? As I mentioned, I plan to cut back on doing blog award nomination Q&A posts, I will probably be responding to fewer word and photo prompts, and I will try to post no more than 3-4 posts per day.

  3. Which 3 YouTube channels do you visit often? I actually don’t go to YouTube at all except when I need to post a music video for prompts like Song Lyric Sunday.

  4. How do you eat your eggs? Mostly over easy and with a fork.

  5. Which came first, the chicken or chick? The chicken or the chick? I thought it was the chicken or the EGG! Well, since I’m more likely to eat eggs for breakfast and chicken for dinner, based upon a typical day, I’ll have to go with eggs came first.

Coordination and Timing

D8E76B46-A028-42B9-897F-87A4CF51EBFAI suppose it’s all about timing.

My father’s car had a three-speed, steering-column mounted standard transmission. He insisted that I learn how to drive using his car, rather than my mother’s, which was an automatic. “You need to know how to drive a stick shift just in case you ever find yourself in a situation where a car with an automatic transmission is not available,” he explained to me.

“But there are three pedals, Dad,” I whined, “and I have only two feet.”

“The one on the left is the clutch,” he explained. “And all it requires to master driving a car with a clutch pedal is coordination and good timing.”

And so my father spent many hours sitting shotgun while I learned how to drive a car with a manual transmission. After a while, I nailed it and I even took my driver’s test using his car.

As it turned out, I came to love driving cars with manual transmissions. In fact, every car I ever owned on my own since learning how to drive has had a manual transmission with a floor mounted stick shifter.

Until, that is, my wife and I moved to San Francisco recently. The streets of San Francisco are known for their very steep inclines. I quickly learned that proficiency in driving cars with manual transmissions is not enough in San Francisco. No amount of coordination and timing could save me. I ended up driving miles out of my way in search of relatively flat streets rather than having to experience the smell of burning out my clutch trying to navigate the treacherously steep grades of the streets that were on the more direct route.

And so, after decades of driving cars with manual transmissions, I finally caved a few years back and bought a car with an automatic one. While I miss using a clutch and throwing the shifter from gear to gear, I can now get from point A to point B in this hilly city by taking the most direct route.

Of course, I find that I need to replace my car’s worn brake pads quite often.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “clutch.”

The Proposal


Carl got down on one knee, pulled a small, velvet box from his coat pocket, opened it up, and held it up toward her. “Angie,” He said, “you inhabit my heart. You inhabit my mind. You inhabit my soul.”

Angie looked down at Carl with a look of disdain, indifference, and pity. “You make me sound like some sort of invasive species or like a cancer that has metastasized throughout your body.”

“Angie, I’m asking for your hand in marriage,” Carl said.

“My hand?” she said sarcastically. “Whatever shall I do with the rest of me?”

“Angie, I’m being serious. I want to marry you. I want you to be my wife.”

Angie sat down on the park bench and patted the seat next to her. “Get up off your knee, Carl, and come sit here by my side.” Carl jumped up, sat down, and gave Angie a hopeful look.

“You realize that we’ve only known each other for a few weeks,” she said. “This is just the third time we’ve gone out.”

“Angie,” Carl responded, “I fell in love the moment I laid eyes on you. I know you felt something, too. A spark. Electricity. It’s undeniable.”

“Carl, I really like you,” Angie said. “You seem to be a really nice guy. And you’re beautiful!”

“There’s a ‘but’ coming, isn’t there?” Carl said, a defeated look on his face.

“But I’m not ready to get married now. To you or to anyone.” Angie reached out and held Carl’s hand. “The timing is just not right, but if you want to, we can still keep seeing each other.”

“I’d like that very much,” Carl said, relieved that she hadn’t entirely slammed shut the door on their relationship.

Angie squeezed Carl’s hand. “Great. Now let’s go back to my place where we can inhabit each other’s bodies.”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “inhabit.”