Trashley: Twenty-Six

Forgiveness?

I drove to Joshua Tree with my neighbor Kirsten after Ashley removed me as a driver from her car, which we had agreed to share until my new Tesla arrived in January. I knew there would be hell to pay when I told Ashley I was going to the desert with her mortal enemy, but I didn’t think she’d lock me out of her car. It felt like she was playing a game of limbo where she would stoop to a new level of petty every time the bar was lowered. And when I thought she couldn’t possibly go any lower, she did. I was surprised she was that flexible.

As soon as we got to Joshua Tree, I consciously uncoupled from my phone for the afternoon because I was sick of wasting my time and energy on Ashley. Plus, Joshua Tree is my happy place, and when I’m there I become one with the desert, and I’d rather step barefoot on a cholla cactus than be on the receiving end of an Ashley tantrum.