a sign

A couple days ago I was maneuvering a road full of tight curves, a trademark of rural Indiana roads that were built along the borders of all the old farms property lines (no “immanent domain” I guess?). After getting through the worst of the curves I reached for my cup of coffee from the holder, it was gone! Great, it must have fallen out with the curves, coffee all over my messy car, just what I need~! I frantically felt around with one hand trying to locate the spilling coffee in the back seat while driving with two fingers, hardly maneuvering a few more curves. I couldn’t find it though and was getting desperate, it had to be there somewhere!……after a good minute of futile searching I went to switch hands on the steering wheel so I could check under my seat, low and behold, two fingers of my other hand were griping the wheel WITH my coffee cup held securely by the others. I thought that only happened with silverware? I need to get more sleep I think.