Train of Thought

I was driving from errand to errand, and not paying a whole lot of attention to details all around. After all, it was a Saturday. And sunny. And I do details for a living. I'm pretty much over it by the time the weekend rolls along. Anyway, there I was - super relaxed, and on my way to buy a Joe Bonamassa CD. He's my new music obsession. He pushed Eric Clapton to the back of the line, and made Garth Brooks seem even more passe.

I'm at this intersection at a red light and thinking about pretty much nothing. Well, that's not true. I was driving after all. I guess I was just doing that train of thought thing I do. All day long. And I think this time it went something like this: "Oh, a silver SUV is beside me...I remember when we had a silver SUV...that was a really long time ago...wow, I'm old...huh, that mom is texting and foofing her hair...I never texted when we had that SUV..I wonder if I foof my hair in the car too much...Oh, look - two young children in the back seat...how sweet...two little children...huh..I really am old....hey, they're all being so quiet in that car...we were never quiet when we had that SUV... this whole family looks so perfectly peaceful...oh, the older child is reading...I think Kate used read in the car, or was that Greg?. And the little boy in the carseat is ADORABLE... I so miss that age...Oh, now he's looking at ME....maybe I'll smile Hello..."

At which point he gives me the finger.

My automatic reaction was to do the same in return, but luckily my adult brain kicked in before I got arrested.

The light turned green, this kid is still flipping me off and the perfect family in the silver SUV quietly drives away.