Most Thursdays and sometimes Tuesdays, I drive along a winding country road on my way to pick up Tessa (our pooch aka precious angel) from daycare. She loves dogs so the primary reason she goes there is to hang out with her friends and catch up on the latest gossip…
“Ironically, Spot had a spot removed from his hiney. Thankfully, it was benign but let us bow our heads and pray no one commands him to sit.”

The sun is shining in through my sun roof as I’m listening to “Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls and day dreaming about Reese’s ice cream sundaes which originated from my childhood hometown. I don’t know if that’s necessarily true but it sounds impressive. Anyway, this is a reoccurring daydream that probably needs to be addressed by a professional.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a ginormous grayish SUV is all up in my grill (who am I?). Technically, it would be my trunk, but you get my drift.

This lady had her seat adjusted practically to the windshield and was so close I could see her face clear enough to identify her in a police lineup. She looked wired so I suspected she had one too many espressos. It happens.

Maybe because she was chatting on her cell phone she didn’t realize how close she was to me. I tried braking a little to get her to back off but this only led to her being so close we were practically car pooling. Imagine that conversation…
Me: So Karen, where you off to in such a hurry? (In my best Northern accent)

Finally after 5-7 minutes, I had to turn right and she quickly went straight.
For me it was a Thank Jesus moment. For her next victim, I say…God Bless. And for Karen, I say…Godspeed.

DS