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Day 308: f*ing friday :: fast-lane

4 Nov

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Fright.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:

As in, swift moving.

Today began the great migration south from Massachusetts to Florida.
We made it to Delaware today, after a boat ride and passing through 5 states.

If there was ever any doubt about how much Pup loves the car, here is a snapshot of a day in the life of Pup in the fast-lane.

Actually, we were in stand-still traffic.
There was no swift movements happening by any stretch of the imagination.  That’s why I was able to take this photo, and also why I believe he decided to crawl up next to me.

Like he sensed my tension being stuck on the bridge, sandwiched between two eighteen-wheelers and wanted to offer some support.

I can relate.
Back in high school we had this tradition before a basketball game of decorating each others lockers to rev up our energy — a supportive gesture to go for the gold, the win, the goal — what have you.

On the eve of a game, I spent all night making creative posters for my basketball teammates.
Up into the wee hours of the morning I was cutting out magazine headlines and creatively gluing them together to create shiny, happy, motivational messages.

(Note: “magazines” were those things printed on paper that came before the iPad was invented — just how do teenagers create collages these days?)

The next morning I arrived at the high school gym early to adhere and tape each players poster as a surprise in their locker.  I was so proud of my handiwork.  It was so creative! inspiring! beautiful!

As each person opened their locker I hovered close to hear their praise.

When my dear friend Kari opened her locker, instead of her trademark bubbly laugh, she gave me a glare.

My mind raced….
She didn’t like it?
Did I accidentally mix up the posters and give her the wrong one?

“You don’t like it?” I finally asked.

“Life in the FAT lane!?” she questioned and pointed to the headline on her poster. “Just what is that supposed to mean?”

I was confused.  “No!!” I laughed back, “What do you mean?  It says Life in the FAST lane…”

Right as I peered into her locker I saw the big, fat, three-letter-word staring back at me. F.A.T.

That’s not what I clipped out the magazine!  How did it get there!
Oh. My. God.
This. Is. Awful.

I begged for her forgiveness and explained myself.  I had stayed up all night making these posters and I must have been too loopy or sleepy.  I SWORE that I thought it said FAST when I clipped it out of that glossy paper mag at 2am.

Kari finally broke a smile and sweet laughter emerged, the kind of laughter that only two people can share who have been friends since second grade.

But it really wasn’t funny.
And, I knew, without ever intending to, I had hurt her feelings more than I could take back.

I suppose that is the danger of the fast-lane.
Whether it’s trying to speed through New York City or attempting to speed through life — you can get stuck, or miss something important, or hurt someone you love.

Maybe the fast-lane is the quickest way to go from here to there, but sometimes you can go too f*ing fast.

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