Small Victory

 

It’s officially been a month since I’ve put anything here. Wish I could say that life has been so merrily madcap that I just didn’t have time. Or that I’d been achieving something hugely important: curing athlete’s foot or saving the economy from the impending recession. Nope. I’ve got nothing.

 

Meanwhile, after my perfectly ordinary trip to Goodwill today, I’m happy to be alive.

 

As usual, I took a right onto the road that takes me there. Goodwill is on the left, only about three blocks away so I – as usual – immediately popped into the left lane, the traffic in this stretch being challenging to get across at the last minute.

 

And just as immediately, a woman in a boxy red (matching her mood) car was in my rear view mirror. On my bumper. On my bumper. On my bumper.

 

So of course I slowed down.

 

Long hooooooonnnnnnnk. Followed by a long hoooooooonnnk.

 

Really, I thought? My turn off was coming up.

Since there was also a convenient truck on my right, I did what any small and petty person would do – I stayed side-by-side with him so the idiot behind me couldn’t shift lanes to pass.

 

More hoooooooonnnnnk. Hoooooooooooooooonk.

 

The truck and I were not dawdling, both of us traveling at or slightly above the speed limit. And I don’t know if he was in cahoots with me, but we drove in tandem until it was time for me to make my turn.

You know, all of perhaps two blocks.

 

When I made the turn I rolled down my window and gave her a big wave.

And to my credit, I used all the digits on my hand.