Friday, March 6, 2009
Trouble in Traffic
Friday, March 6
Today’s subject covers troubles that we run into from time to time. It does not matter what the problem or trouble is but how one deals with that problem or trouble.
For instance, the other day, we slipped into the back of Stone's car. You see, we discovered that he was heading to town. Feeling the wall of our rooms close around us –not to mention the boredom, we wanted to see something different. I think Stone calls this ‘Cabin Fever.’ We needed to hunt for some excitement. Soon, we found it.
Now, Stone defines the term "split-second" as the time difference between when a traffic light turns green and the car behind you starts to honk his horn. Let me preface this a bit; some younglings or teen-agers in a vehicle behind us began to harass Stone. They screamed and yelled as well as honk their horn at every traffic stop. They got more obnoxious at each intersection.
I thought they were going to start trouble at the second intersection when they jumped out of the car. We discovered different though. The just ran around their car and hopped back into the car.
Stone stopped at the end of one of the bridges that crosses Cane River in Natchitoches. Again these clowns -- Stone's words -- started their heckling. They made fun of Stone's car, called him an ‘old fart,’ and asked if we needed a tow. I thought I heard one say, "why don't you build a fence around it to keep the dogs out?" Narval wanted to transform into a large pit bull and tear the bumper off of their car.
Just before the light turned green, Stone’s car started spitting and sputtering and then died. Stone said one of those colorful metaphors that we have been told not to say to other humans. He turned the key but the engine refused to catch. The car was in front of the line at the traffic light.
Then the light turned green. These clowns started honking their horn again. One of them yelled a colorful metaphor at Stone about getting his car out of the way. Stone hopped out of the car and stared back at those teen-agers.
I do not think they knew how big he was. And his stare is enough to make us shrink down into the back seat. The horn as well as their voices fell silent. When I looked, I noticed that they began to roll their windows up and they too shrunk down into their seats. I spotted the driver’s eyes through the steering wheel of the vehicle.
Stone pushed his car out of the intersection to let the traffic through. When the car pulled through the intersection, their windows remained up. Except for the driver, all I saw as they passed were foreheads and eyeballs.