Essay — Summer Drivers

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Driving around town in the winter can be scary–the roads are usually crowded, people are often in a hurry. But for some reason, this summer’s been no picnic either.

Take the other day. I was zipping along one of Carpenter Country’s local roadways, minding my own business, with my grocery list in hand. A block from the best little supermarket in town, two women heading for the same ATM, almost rammed their cars into mine.

Image source Chaim Goldberg, Public domain via Wikimedia Commons

Image source Chaim Goldberg, Public domain via Wikimedia Commons

Just as I was thinking–where are the cops when you need them?–a patrol car coming from the opposite direction hooked a U in front of me. For a second we were bumper to wheel well. Then the deputy floored it and took off.

Ah, but the shopping center was in sight. I was almost there. All that remained was a quick left turn into the parking lot. Except a guy in a pickup decided he wanted to be in the same spot I was aiming for–and he sped up to get there ahead of me.

I conceded the right of way, and as I stepped out of the car, I noticed a bag boy staring at my front bumper.

“Is there a dent?” I asked.

“Nah, I was just thinking if you had one of those Evil, Wicked, Mean and Nasty vanity plates we’re selling in the automotive section, no one would ever cut you off again.”

I ran into the store and bought two.

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