She’s riding my tail, beeping her horn and yelling things I shouldn’t be hearing. She changes lane and pulls up next to me showing the bird, still spitting out words that shouldn’t be coming from the mouth of such a young lady. She floors it, cuts me off, changes lane again and slams on her brakes her tires screeching.
A few seconds later I pull up next to her, turn my head to the left, and give her a smile—you know, a smile that says Congratulations! You beat me to the red light.
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Bob Tanabe writes song lyrics, but really wants to be an author.
A quintessential SoCal moment; almost makes me homesick…ha ha.
Hee hee, you got it so right.
Great! As Petrea said, you nailed it perfectly.
Congrats Bob. Well said and soooo SoCal.
Made me smile.
This made me smile.
What a great little story to illustrate how it’s almost always best to kill ’em with kindness!
Made me smile, you know, like the kind that says “i’ve been there, too.”
Thumbs up! 🙂
Ah, yes. Captured a familiar moment for sure. 🙂
The perfect smile.