Thursday, March 8, 2012

At Least I Don't Text and Drive

This morning, I had the unusual experience of cursing the green lights at EVERY intersection. Usually I'm annoyed by the miserable timing that causes me to have to stop at each cross-street for the detested crimson. This morning, though, with my notebook in my lap and pencil in hand, I hoped and hoped that the next light would ripen just as I got to it, giving me (howevermany) minutes to record this brilliant and unexpected bit of dialogue that presented itself to me at the worst time before I forgot it.

Instead, I had to wait until my driveway before committing it to paper.

1 comment:

Maria Rose said...

I know that exact experience.

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