little car stories
The road always brings stories, but I rarely take the time to tell them.
They're not big or epic stories. My road stories are small and commute-ish.
This week one story arose from the man in the car behind me. I am not sure what faux pas he perceived I committed when he was following me around a left turn. Perhaps I was too slow to turn upon the blinking left-turn arrow. Perhaps I accidentally shifted lanes while turning to his prejudice. I will never know.
I do know that he honked and tail-gated and then passed me at the turn. Then he raised his middle finger with his hand outside his window. I noted his license plate number and car model, in case he engaged in more erratic behavior. Fortunately, he merely drove on--and so did I. I have no wish to interact with road-rage-y guys.
Then there was the art car, painted a bit like Van Gogh's "Starry Nights". It had been in a fender-bender, and stood, artistically inclined, by the roadside. I wondered how long its dented beauty would be immobile.
Tomorrow I must decide whether to drive or walk or ride my bicycle. But right now I am watching a biography of Julia Child. This evening I saw my 60th species of Collin County bird. Species 60 for this year was the Field Sparrow.
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3 soft chicken tacos
chicken enchiladas verde
from Dreamwidth, because two posts of the same text are twice as nice
They're not big or epic stories. My road stories are small and commute-ish.
This week one story arose from the man in the car behind me. I am not sure what faux pas he perceived I committed when he was following me around a left turn. Perhaps I was too slow to turn upon the blinking left-turn arrow. Perhaps I accidentally shifted lanes while turning to his prejudice. I will never know.
I do know that he honked and tail-gated and then passed me at the turn. Then he raised his middle finger with his hand outside his window. I noted his license plate number and car model, in case he engaged in more erratic behavior. Fortunately, he merely drove on--and so did I. I have no wish to interact with road-rage-y guys.
Then there was the art car, painted a bit like Van Gogh's "Starry Nights". It had been in a fender-bender, and stood, artistically inclined, by the roadside. I wondered how long its dented beauty would be immobile.
Tomorrow I must decide whether to drive or walk or ride my bicycle. But right now I am watching a biography of Julia Child. This evening I saw my 60th species of Collin County bird. Species 60 for this year was the Field Sparrow.
nutri-grain bar
3 soft chicken tacos
chicken enchiladas verde
from Dreamwidth, because two posts of the same text are twice as nice