Quarantine

On the way to her mama’s house.
“I can’t go there with my toes like this.”
Quick stop at Walgreens for a bottle of “hooker red”.
“We’ll pull over
and get presentable.”
I pull the cooler out of the back of the truck to make a seat.
She pivots to put her feet out the passenger door.
I take a seat on the cooler.
As I’m painting her toenails, a young couple pass by.
“I love your haircut! Where did you go?! I need a haircut so bad!.”
“She cut my hair,” my wife says.
“Oh my god- seriously?? Could you...?”
“Sorry. We’re just passing through.”