Carpooling can be a great arrangement. It saves money, sure, but it’s also nice to have someone to chat with on the way to and from work.

Carpooling can be a great arrangement. It saves money, sure, but it’s also nice to have someone to chat with on the way to and from work.


But carpooling fails to be fun when it’s forced — maybe when the passenger invited themselves along when you’d rather be alone with your thoughts. And nobody wants to spend time in a small vehicle with someone who smells, or rifles through the glove box, or has a tail.


As I cruised through Luella on my way to the paper yesterday, a mouse made his presence known on the passenger’s side floor mat. Imagine my surprise when we made eye contact. I think he gave me a little nod like, "Morning, bro," before seeking cover under the seat.


Mice don’t bother me per se, it’s more the suddenness of their appearances that annoys me. Nobody liked the kid at school who leaped around corners to try and make you jump, and that’s why no one likes a mouse — their presence startles more than it scares. But suffice to say, there are better places to confront a frightened creature than in a small box travelling 70 miles per hour.


I had a little foreshadowing on this particular fellow, although I preferred to imagine the shredded napkins in my glove box were the work of spontaneous explosion. Maybe the little nibble marks on my insurance card were already there when I got it…


Staring at my fury little stowaway, I learned the cost of a blind eye.


I was about 10 minutes from my destination, and that stretch of time did not go quickly, if you were wondering. Growing up around farmers, I’d heard many a yarn about mice running up the pant-legs of disinterested drivers, and I wasn’t sure I could handle a sneak attack like that without jerking the wheel into a bridge abutment.


Thankfully, he kept his distance. But now the once-sacred space of my truck’s cab feels sullied. If you see someone exiting his vehicle, hemline of his jeans tucked securely into his ankle-highs, well, be sure to stop and say hello.



Happy birthday Wednesday to Sharon Mayo, Breiona Taylor Moore, Orvie Cantrell Jr., Connie Jean Hartwig, Don Wester and Eugene Kelly, all of Sherman; Don Richard Alexander, Arlene Chance and Diane Altiery, all of Denison; Joann Cole Slaven of Prosper; Evelyn Alpuerto of Grand Prairie; Rev. Billy Neal of Bells; Zach Allen of Celina; Hunter Orsburn of Collinsville; Bre Taylor.


Happy anniversary Wednesday to Greg and Victoria Barber of Georgetown.