After a refreshing day off of laundry, squats, dental cleaning, and filling the car with gas, my last stop was a detour to the strip mall for thirty pounds of cat litter and the ingredients for Caprese. (Last tomatoes of the summer). All the errantry put me in the middle of early rush hour traffic, meaning that shifting into the slip lane for the mall was a fraught contest of wills with typical me-first-now-and-always DC people frantic lest they… well, I don’t know what makes them so frantic. I gave up one opportunity after someone who had to have seen me indicating simply floored his accelerator, and dodged in just ahead of the car after that, which streaked past me to come to a full halt at a light which had been red ever since we all got in range.
I got a good look at the magnet sign on the passenger door, which read in big looping pink letters on white: “TRANQUILLITY through Meditation.”
Someone must not have gotten the e-mail. Or, maybe, wife’s car.