Crash Course

January 4th, 2021

Starring: Mother (female, 55-70), Child (late 20’s)

Rush hour.  The shoulder off a four lane highway.  Child stands outside their car, with a noticeably indented back fender.  Cars speed by.  The hazard lights blink on and off. 

Child dials.

Mother picks up from the garage, in the middle of inflating a bike tire:

CHILD

Mother?

MOTHER

Child?

CHILD

Hey sorry to bother you.

I’m totally fine but—

MOTHER

How bad?

CHILD

Is what?

MOTHER

Were you in a car accident?

CHILD

...how did you know?

MOTHER

You prefaced with “I’m fine.”  Educated guess.

So how bad?

CHILD

It’s driveable, but the back’s pretty smushed.

MOTHER

They hit you?

CHILD

Yeah.  I mean I braked pretty abruptly—

MOTHER

Nix that from memory.  They hit you, there’s the culpability.

Was your dash cam on?

CHILD

No it was not.

MOTHER

I sent you one specifically for this moment—

CHILD

I know, I’ve been using it.  I just didn’t have it with me.

MOTHER

...why am I having problems understanding?

CHILD

I’m not in my car right now.  

I’m in a rental.

Because mine’s in the shop.  

Because I got into another accident last weekend.

Where I hit the person.  

And that’s recorded on the dash cam.  

But I figured I wouldn’t tell you about it during your biking trip, or maybe at all.

Because I’m 29 and should be able to handle this on my own.

MOTHER

Understanding problems solved.

Do you need me to call the repair shop?  The rental car place?

CHILD

No.  Nonono.  I’m fine.  Really, I’m fine.  I just wanted to hear your voice.

MOTHER

Well I’m sorry.  I wish I could be there.

CHILD

No I’m sorry.  It’s probably better that—like I feel like

This week’s just been a crash course on how much I took you for granted.  Like, making all my lunches and scheduling appointments and handling everything for the first 20something years of my life.  That was pretty screwed up of me.

MOTHER

That’s not on you.  I let it happen, and it screwed you up.

CHILD

So we both agree I’m a screw-up.

MOTHER

Only so far as you’ve screwed up.  Same goes for me, same goes for everyone.

...

Could you send me pictures of the damage?  For both?  

CHILD

I will.

MOTHER

And text me when you get home.  

Please.  

CHILD

Ok.

MOTHER

I’m just glad you’re fine.

CHILD

Yeah.  I will be.

...

Love you.

MOTHER

Always.

The call ends.  Child takes one more look at the car.  There’s an upswell of emotion, but they’re able to push it down with a deep breath.  Child waits until there’s no cars coming, then slips back in the driver’s seat.  The hazards shut off, and they pull away.

END OF PLAY

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