Driving Signs
I was driving in Long Island this weekend and it’s no secret that I am a terrible driver. As I was pulling out of a parking lot, there was some confusion made by another driver so I waited for them to make their move. As I began to slowly turn out of the parking lot, a driver who was waiting to turn in went crazy in his car. He was yelling at me, his arms were flailing and his face was bright red. I drove extra slow and smiled at him. He probably thought I was mocking his outburt, but I was really just enjoying the message. I said to my car full of people, “Guys this is the way my father sends me a reminder.” My friends who knew my father understood how he loved to go crazy while he was driving. When I was a kid, his yelling scared me so much. I thought he didn’t like driving. When I got older, I came to realize that he liked letting his stress out on the road. So that man’s driving was a sign from my Father.
Hugs,
marlene
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