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.
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.