To the brunette in the black car behind me on Bell Road just before Ezell-Harding School heading toward I-24,
I realized that traffic today was much lighter than it normally is. I also noticed after crossing Murfreesboro Road that the school zone for E-Z wasn’t active which meant that we could all speed on through at our happy 45 mph. I agree, the people 3 cars ahead of me had no real reason to slow down to about 30 mph but I followed suit and slowed as well.
Perhaps the conversation you were having was much more interesting than my brake lights. I have to admit, I’ve had conversations like that before. My first realization of who you were came when my head snapped up at the sound of your tires squealing. I then watched as you began to swerve to the side and almost ran on the sidewalk in order to avoid smashing into my poor little car I’ve had for over 10 years.
Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful.
I’m also sure that I saw your lips moving in what were probably four letter words that I might have been proud of as I continued on my 30 mph way.
More than likely you were actually cursing me for the rest of the morning because as I was driving on I-24 W I was again in a close call by two gentlemen in a small blue car.
Perhaps they were friends of yours. Perhaps not. In any case, your cursing did not quite work as I once again escaped without a hit to my poor, beloved car.
I don’t think our cars were meant to meet. I’m sorry, but I think that’s for the best.
Sincerely,
The red-haired young woman in the maroon Toyota Corolla
