Just another commute

This morning when I got off my exit on the way to work, about to cruise through the green light without a care, I noticed someone backing their car up near the grassy divider.

She rolled her window down and apologized, I guess, for her awkward appearance.

“I’m a mess. Could you tell me where (undetectable) is at?”

“I think it’s over there, (pointing to the west as a Ford F150 slows up behind my Impala) that way, you should be going the right way,”

The car rolled back into drive and skirted along toward Parma. Sitting at the red light, I thought to myself about how I could have done such a thing to a nice woman.

I had no clue what I was talking about.

But the lady didn’t appear to be danger or of grave concern. I just hope she made it to her destination.

She might have been sitting idle at the Acme parking lot, cursing me out. “That man doesn’t know what he was talking about.” But if all went well, she could have written it off as a random act of kindness.

It feels a bit odd to be involved in a stranger’s life. This could have been the start of something special for her. Or maybe she was just running an errand, paying a bill, going to an interview (oh, that would be terrible if my directions complicated things) or on her way to see her lawyer.

At least, the guy in front of me was cool. Or appeared to be. Road rage is the most useless act of aggression. He was correct not to partake.

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