This morning I had to make an extra stop at the Best Buy to replace my laptop charger. After five years of use, it was already mouse gray and broken–the copper wiring knifing its way through. I was keeping the thing together with black electrical tape. Alas, the little green light failed to turn on this morning while working on a project.
After hemorrhaging eighty dollars I didn’t have, I ordered an UBER to work, because I wouldn’t have gotten there in time, and because lateness is bad for work ethic. A Jamaican woman drove up to me in a cherry red Kia Sedan outside the entrance of Best Buy. Her name was Asan, and talking with her on my way to work helped assuage the pain of having only five dollars in my account.
From the moment I stepped into her car the mood and rhythm of time became jangly, skipping beats. We moved backwards, then forwards, outside of the parking lot, and drove through the Jersey City neighborhood into Hoboken, noting the strange placement of traffic stops. Asan was as animated as her speech, her body swaying as she drove, her hands uncorking a bottle of skin cream as we stopped. She told me about her kids, how she moved to Newark from New York and never wanted to go back (like everyone else who hates New York, she complained of the crowds). Inclined to agree, I told her I couldn’t scratch my butt in New York without someone being around to watch me. All this as Mr. Vegas crooned the all too familiar refrain: heads higgghh, kill dem wit it noww.
She told me how excited she was that summer was coming and about her tummy tuck. “Do I want to spend $10,000? But then I thought to myself–if I don’t do this now I’m always going to be thinking about it later. Now’s the time.”
Certainly when life is going well, now is always the time. No one wants to be left wondering what life could have been like when you have the opportunity to make such a drastic change, and for the better. Meeting Asan was a nice reprieve from depressive thoughts.