Poetry in Motion
We carpool to school with another family and I usually have the afternoon shift. This week, however, my work schedule is all over the place since I am plowing through Major Work Project and the bulk of my deadlines are this week.
Yesterday morning I was driving Miss C and her friend to school. We live near a four-way stop and as we approached it and slowed down I saw another driver approaching from the left in a mini-van. She glanced at us and kept driving. Granted she slowed down a bit, but she definitely did not stop and she definitely did not do the rolling stop.
It was all I could do to not shout out something really inappropriate. I quelched my desire to fling out some significant obscenities as I remembered that Miss C’s friend’s dad is a minister of music at one of the big Baptist churches in town. Instead I honked my horn and yelled out the dirtiest non-curse word I could think of…
“TURD!”










