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I am She’s a Wagon is Roz Mum
Mammy’s jeep is called “Roz”.
I got her the same day I got the part of Roz in our production of 9 to 5 last winter. And so it seemed apt to name her Roz. Beats Betsy or the yok, doesn’t it?
Roz is very fablis, but mostly, she is fablis because she can talk to me. Roz is like a real life person. If I am in the car on my own, I don’t have to feel lonely. I just have to press a wee button and say something and I am guaranteed that Rozzie will answer me. She is my friend. She does what she’s told and unlike my minions doesn’t answer me back. Now granted, 80% of the time Roz says things like “Phone not detected” or “I’m sorry. Can you repeat please?” And because she has an American accent, sometimes she misunderstands my ineloquent Donegalisms and will dial random numbers of people I haven’t spoken to in years. In fact, one of the first nights I was driving her, I decided to show off to my sister.
“Call Lorr-aine” I ordered, slowly and in my “How-now-brown-cow” voice. “Calling Laura Aynder…”
“FAAAAAAACK” Mammy was screaming, frantically hitting the lever to end the call before it began. The only reason the number Roz was dialling is still on my phone, is to make sure I don’t answer that wagon if she ever rings me. (Name changed obviously! I do not know any wagonish Lauras.)
And so, I learned to be verrrrrrrrry clear and precise in my instructions to her.
One of the other fablis tricks Roz has is to read messages if they come in while I’m driving. And so, on Saturday, half way up the dual carriageway, the radio is interrupted by “New Message”. I get quite excited as I haven’t heard that in a while, and reply “Read Message”. I don’t often be getting the oul messages anymore, as everyone now uses Snaptwat and Instagranny to communicate. I miss the ould messages so I do.
Message from 087…I don’t know the number. Oooooh the excitement.
“Hi Maaaaar-eeeaaaa. Japonica* would like toooooo INVITE your Mini-Meeee TO HER Birthday Partay fullstop on Sat next at 3pim in Partywaaruld. I dooooo hope sheeeee can make it. ex ex Exclamation mark”.
Mammy is instantly regretting hitting play. Not because of the text, but because Mini-Me has now HEARD the message. Let me explain. If she is able to attend a birthday party, I tend to NOT tell her about it until the day before. Because you see if anything were to come up and our plans had to change, I can not be dealing with the apoplectic melt-down that Mini-Me likes to have. Also, it is good parenting practice to have some blackmail/bait for behaviour rectification up one’s sleeve, is it not?
Shit shit shit shit, how shall Mammy get out of this one.
Mini-Me has not responded. She is sitting quietly. I’m about to engage with the idea that she hasn’t actually heard the message until I glance in the rear-view mirror and see that her jaw is actually on the floor.
“Oh My GOD Mammy! Did you HEAR that?”
“Hear what pet?” (shit)
“Roz has just invited me to my own birthday party on Saturday!”
“Huh?” (fookity fook…)
“Your friend Roz has just told you that I have to go to my birthday party on Saturday!”
“WHY would you be having a birthday party on Saturday? It’s not your birthday!”
“But she said “HER” birthday. Maybe I’m having a party for my 6 and 3/4 birthday!” (WTF?)
“You are not 6 and 3/4 and you are not having a birthday party on Saturday.”
“But if it isn’t MY birthday, why are we having a party?”
“We’re NOT having a party…”
“Oh my Pancake Mammy!” (Yes, this is something we say apparently…) “Is Roz having a party?”
“Roz is a car”
“Yeah, but she’s real. Sure how would she know about my party if she wasn’t?”
“We aren’t having a party. Japonica is having a party. Roz is just reading the message from Japonica’s mummy.”
“DOh my GOSH!? Is Roz friends with Japonica’s Mammy too?”
What does Mammy even say to that? And what exactly does she think Roz is? Does she think I carry a little Gollumesque little American woman around under the bonnet?
I don’t by the way, but I also am trusting Roz less and less. I’m foreseeing some I-robot shit going down some evening, where I decide I’m going one place, and Roz decides I’m not.
Now, to delete some numbers off my phone!