Once back in the driver's seat, she looked at me in the rear-view mirror like maybe I was the one who was out of control.
Mosquitoes and flies make her completely crazy. Like crazy enough to slam her own head into a piece of furniture or the wall. There was one in the car with us two days ago and I thought she would flip us over. Me and her and a Chevy Malibu - murals of dog slobber painted on both back windows.
Officer:"Ms. Adcock, what made you run over the fireplug anyway? How many fingers do you see now?"
Finally I pulled into a parking lot and calmly, climbed in the backseat with her to kill the mosquito. I think my exact words were:
"Now, sit your ass down or I'm gonna' beat it with that flip-flop right there until it swells up like a beach ball."
It's hard to believe sometimes that I was raised in Ohio.