Jill Smolinski - The Next Thing on My List

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We pulled back into Phyllis’ s driveway. Life is funny, I thought as I hoisted my leg high and over the seat. People are living too much or too little, and I wondered if anyone out there is living the right amount.

‘ You’ re a good rider,’ she said.

‘ All it takes is sitting-I’ m good at that.’

‘ Not true. You’ ve got to lean when I lean. There’ s trust. And anticipation. You’ d be surprised how many people flip out when the bike takes a turn and they throw their body weight the other way.’

Changing the subject to the reason I’ d come over, I asked, ‘ So what do you want to tell Sally in this letter?’

Phyllis pulled off her helmet, and what she said next, she said quietly. ‘ That I know I was a shitty mother.’

‘ Okay.’

‘ And that I’ m sorry I hurt her.’

‘ Well then,’ I said, going to grab a pad of paper and a pen from my car, ‘ let’ s say it.’

Chapter 12

T he alarm woke me at five o’ clock, and as painful as it was, even that was going to be pushing it. I had to be at the gas station in Burbank in an hour. I needed to leap out of bed and jump straight in the shower. Unless I left the conditioner on for only one minute-that’ d buy me two more blissful minutes of slumber& .

I was out the door a little before six, which was later than I’ d hoped. Especially since I still needed to stop at the twenty-four-hour Vons for helium balloons, and-oh, the irony!-I needed gas.

The morning sky was brightening by the time I hit the freeway for Burbank, my Toyota so packed with balloons that if my life were a cartoon, the car would be floating away with me in it.

I scanned radio stations, excited about the day ahead. Martucci and Phyllis were handling the giveaway at the gas station near the airport. Martucci had plenty of experience running promotions, so they’ d be fine on their own. I’ d join Brie and Greg (who, even though he was the designer and didn’ t have a clue what he was doing, was the only other staff member I could get) at the Burbank station. If Phyllis hadn’ t been blowing hot air about her TV media connections, I’ d schmooze reporters while Lizbeth took interviews.

The idea was that we’ d lie in wait until a car with more than one person pulled up to the pumps. Then-wearing our festive T-shirts and carrying balloons-we’ d run up and say, ‘ Thank you for carpooling& we’ re paying for your gas today!’ They’ d cheer wildly, the TV crews would capture the moment on camera, and it would be splayed over TV sets across Southern California.

Each team had a debit card with a thousand dollars on it, which should last most of the morning. I’ d talked with Brie before I left home, and she and Greg were there and ready to go.

I tuned in to K-JAM. Troy had promised to make mention of the promotion several times throughout the morning. True to his word, I heard him report a few traffic snarls, then he added, ‘ And if you’ re carpooling, today could be your lucky day. The good folks at Los Angeles Rideshare might pay for your gas. They’ re at secret locations throughout the city& so watch out!’

What a guy. I felt the free publicity go cha-ching! in my head.

When I picked up my cell phone to let Brie know I was almost there, I noticed I had several messages. Hmm. Must have had it on vibrate.

The first call was from Brie: ‘ We have a problem here. Call me.’

The second call was from Brie: ‘ Shoot. We got a lot of people here. You need to call me.’

The third call was from Brie: ‘ I told you to hold on-June, where the hell are you?’

In fact, every message was from Brie, and her language grew progressively worse with each one. I was still picking up desperate messages from her when my phone vibrated in my hand. ‘ Hello?’

‘ Where you at?’ It was Brie. ‘ I don’ t know what’ s going on here, but we got a mess. There’ s a million people lined up screaming for their free gas.’

What was going on? ‘ I got stuck on the 405,’ I lied, pitiful as it was to do so, ‘ There must be some sort of-’

‘ Well, get your butt here as fast as you can. I don’ t know what to do. It’ s crazy. Everybody’ s saying we owe ‘ em free gas. Traffic’ s blocked on Ventura Boulevard, and some guy told me it’ s backed up to the freeway.’ Away from the phone, she shouted, ‘ Hey, I said hold on.’ Then she was back. ‘ Greg is pumping gas as fast as he can. But people are getting ugly, and we’ re running out of money, so he’ s telling them they can have five bucks’ worth each and that’ s it. Your man Armando is pissed.’

‘ Any TV crews?’ I asked meekly.

‘ Yeah!’ she answered, suddenly excited. ‘ Channel Two is setting up, and the Channel Four truck is trying to get here, but it’ s tough with all the people& Hold on. Lady, I don’ t pump nobody’ s gas& . Yeah?& Well, don’ t make me tell you what you can do with that pump.’

‘ Hold down the fort,’ I urged. ‘ I’ ll be right there.’

I reached Burbank in minutes, and I parked a few blocks away to avoid the traffic backup. From there, balloons in hand-no telling why I grabbed them, probably clinging to the vestiges of the joyous day it was supposed to be-I started to run to the station at a pretty good clip, thanks to the training I’ d been doing with Martucci.

Oh no. Martucci.

He picked up on the second ring. ‘ How’ s it going?’ I huffed, still running, balloons bouncing against one another above me.

‘ Fuckin’ nuts,’ he said. ‘ But it’ s handled. Phyllis made a sign that says ‘ No Free Gas.’ We coned off the entrance, and we’ ve got cops here directing traffic.’

‘ Cops? There are cops?’

‘ They gave us a ticket. The fine’ s eight hundred bones, but at least the crowd’ s under control now.’

‘ I don’ t understand why this is happening& .’

‘ Some guy told me they’ re broadcasting the locations-all the channels. They’ re telling people to grab a friend so they have a carpool and head on down to get in line for their free gas. I’ ve got entire fucking families here. A guy drove over from El Monte-that’ s twenty miles for a damn tank of gas.’

‘ They were supposed to keep it a secret!’

‘ It ain’ t a secret no more, babe.’

As I neared the gas station, cars were lined up so deep that they were nearly stacked on top of one another, and each had more than one person in it. The honking was deafening. The gas station had two islands with four pumps per island-all were busy. News trucks for Channels 2 and 4 and Fox News were parked at odd angles at the periphery of the property and were filming the mayhem. Armando furiously directed traffic in and out of the station.

‘ Hey, lady,’ a man yelled, leaning out of a pickup, ‘ I been waiting for forty-five minutes. Can’ t they pump faster? I’ m late for work!’

Brie sidled up to me. ‘ We don’ t need balloons. Looks like everybody knows it’ s a party.’

‘ This is a disaster,’ I moaned.

‘ Not yet, ‘ cause Lizbeth’ s not here. Then it’ ll be a disaster. But hey,’ she said, ‘ plenty of TV coverage!’ A TV camera pointed at irate customers while a reporter held a microphone to interview them.

‘ How much money do we have left?’

‘ Beats me. Greg took a bunch of candy bars and gum from the snack stand-he’ s handing them out and begging people to go away. I saw him crying at one point. Them artist types are pretty delicate.’

I understood how he felt.

‘ Thanks for handling this, Brie. These people are insane. It’ s only free gas! You’ d figure we were handing out diamonds!’

‘ Folks like to get something for nothing. And don’ t you worry. I’ ve been doing Tae Bo, so nobody better mess with me. But you need to handle it fast. When Greg runs out of candy bars, we could have a riot on our hands.’

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