We had been having a little cold spell last week. Most days the temperature hovered in the mid 20s. One day snowflakes make a concerted effort to coat every flat surface with fluffy, white flakes. I thought Friday might have brought some relief when the 6am weather person announced, “our current temperature temperature is 29°,” but then he had to add, “and that will be our high for the day.”

Then Saturday turned out to be a glorious day. There was actual sunshine. The temperature reached above freezing. People came out from what they thought was going to be an early start to this season’s hibernation. And that’s when the trouble started.

People. People just can’t leave well enough alone. I was driving through the “downtown” area of a snoozy suburb, the stores were still closed, only mine and 3 other cars on the road. Well, one car ahead of me, one car behind me, and one of those “hell yeah I’m a man, look at my big truck” trucks behind that one.

There were’t any people in the stores yet working but the traffic signals were. Our mini convoy was stopped at the first light. The red light went out and before the green light came on from behind me came a “honk.” The fellow in front of me raised his hand between the headrests of his front seat in an “okay” sign. To myself I said, “It wasn’t me but I’m with you. I hate that too.” Two blocks down we are stopped at another light. Red turn to green and behind came another “honk” just about in synch with the light change. Again the driver ahead raised his hand, this time wagging it back and forth. “Not me,” I said louder but only to myself.

In the next block the car behind me pulled into a parking space leaving the fellow with the emotional support pickup to run up to my bumper. Another light, another red signal. Mr. Macho revs his engine. Light changes, truck honks, guy in front turns around and extends a single finger in my direction.

What I would have given for a PA speaker mounted on the roof of my little SUV so I could tell him to take it up with Tinker Bell behind me.

Just then the monster truck backed up and swerved into the opposing lane and sped past the two of us still sitting at the corner, horn honking, finger pointing. Guy in the front car turns around, mouths, “sorry,” and we continue on our anonymous ways.

People. Some people just can’t leave well enough alone.

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