Good Sunday afternoon.
Today I went out.
(I dislike being in the streets on weekends because the traffic is crappy.) I'm driving to my family home and there's traffic but we're moving well. Two lanes northbound,two lanes southbound and the turn lane in the middle and the speed limit is 45 mph. All of a sudden, people are slamming on their brakes! It seems like all lanes are hitting their brakes and horns are honking. (I'm hoping I don't rear-end someone and I don't get rear-ended.) I come to a stop and I'm looking to see what's going on. On the sidewalk are two kids laughing and sort of jogging and a third child is laughing and running to catch up. These three children (9-11 years old?) decided to run across five lanes of traffic in the middle of the way. My heart is racing as is my mind and I think, "Natural selection. Where's Darwin when you need him."
Continue on down the way. I'm coming to my turn to Momma's street and I'm going to make the light! Yay! Nope. Not Yay! Two motorcycle cops, lights flashing, get on the intersection and all traffic comes to a halt. I'm thinking it's a funeral? Cars are coming with flags waving, people hanging out, gesturing wildly and there are signs, Vote For Brown.
And a total of...six cars. Two motorcycle cops for six cars? (Now, on a side note: There's nothing wrong with older model cars. Nothing at all and I've had older model cars because I like them but. These vehicles? Let me put it this way, if you filled up the gas tank you'd double their value. Just saying) Okay, the six car parade is over and I'm thinking, "I'm going to vote for Brown's competition. Twice."
At that moment I saw in my minds eye: Siggie standing at her front door, shaking a fist and yelling, "Get off my lawn!!" and muttering "dahm hippies".
Today I realized Sigs is getting old and cranky.
Have a great Sunday!