Driving home from running errands this morning I stopped at the intersection by the post office. It’s a 3-way stop and an old guy in a Sentra reached it at the exact same time I did. Technically, since he was to my right, he had the right of way, but he waited to see what I’d do before he made his turn. Wise of him, because you never know what the other guy’s going to, if he even knows the rules of the road, never mind obeys them. When he realized that I wasn’t going to try to go ahead of him, he gave me a big smile and a wave.
I smiled and waved back in a proud to be a good citizen and neighbor way, happy to have the old guy thinking I’m such a nice fellow.
Thing was I wasn’t really letting him go first either out of courtesy or because I was following the rules of the road.
I wasn’t watching out for him.
I was busy watching a pretty woman walking into the post office.
I am so going to hell.
You won't be lacking company, Lance:)
Posted by: DaveH | Sunday, August 14, 2011 at 12:49 AM
From what I know, there will be plenty of pretty girls there, too.
Posted by: Earwig | Sunday, August 14, 2011 at 07:53 AM
This little bit is why I adore your blog. How many words was that to write a story with beginning, middle, end?
Posted by: nancy | Sunday, August 14, 2011 at 06:23 PM