I didn't trust him. With his black Acura swaying to and fro. The man was unstable. White hair, balding, pretty old probably. I'm no anti-old proponent, but you know how they drive. He put on his blinker to get into my lane. But I was too close, I couldn't brake for the sake of the tailgating nut behind me, so I sped up. To my great stupefaction, and utmost wonderment, he cramped down and bolted over, and I was forced to brake. You car behind me will have to make do with what you got, sorry bub. "You maniac!" I thought, and then vocalised. But it was over. He was in front of me and I was still alive. There's no reason spitting and howling over this, I suppose. I passed him up, and dismissed him as just being old. But no! Just 2 miles down I fall behind a woman in a beige Honda! She is chugging along at the most ponderous speeds! She has the reflexes of a TV cabinet! She stops miles before she needs to stop! No! No! No! I pass her up and all is well. But wait! Up ahead! A stop! And lo and behold, she is right next to me, and right behind her...the old man in the black Honda! Both of my arch nemeses, right before my eyes! What were the chances?! I saw two coffins, one black and one beige, idling just next to me! Could I get past ? Could I leave them behind to be forever forgotten in this stuffy suburb? The cars lurch forward on the green; I am gaining ground! Just a little further! And yes, I speed past and change lanes, just one car ahead of the double menace! And I am home, left to paradoxically shiver in the smoldering heat of my car, and I am left to contemplate the intactness of my life.
It is a jungle out there. And the predators come unannounced.
And now, and now...a few more papers and a few more tests, and this year is over. This year.
My my.
