The afternoon is
ahead of me somewhere with its rippling blue more forgiving than the hard
cobalt of the hybrid that sits stubbornly in front, speed shifting but somehow
never managing to reach the speed limit on the two-lane road with little hope.
Glimpses of hair
and sunglasses give me a specious narrative of who they are: dutiful daughter
taking elderly mom shopping. They have all day to putz around and cannot
imagine the guy behind them does not have all day, too. Unbidden, they pull
over to let me by, honking the horn when I resisted high-beaming, only to find
some other sucker stuck behind their parade.
They must
understand, they have to know that behind them there is always someone who
can't wait to slip into the hard liquid shadows of the afternoon. Someone who
can't wander around life without a schedule as they do.
Have the common
courtesy to get out of the way and let life speed on.
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