I wished for a green light.

Ok, so I was driving home from church a few weeks ago. Not that unusual. We were about as calm and collected as Marshes ever are. We had stopped at a stoplight that lasted a very long time. I was bored...

And then I noticed the car next to us.

I guess it wasn't that unusual. It was a little red sports car with tinted windows so I couldn't see exactly what was going on in there. But from my point of view....

It seriously looked like two guys beating the tar out of one another.

Sheesh, that's interesting. There are two guys in their 20's pounding the daylights out of each other, not to mention their car.

Speaking of the car....it was shaking. Literally trembling from the turmoil inside. I could see two fists trying to hack the steering wheel to pieces.

....and then the car door swung open.

We were sitting at a stop light that was going to change at any moment, and here this blond, tall, surfer dude jumps out of this teeny car.

In these jerky, robotic movements the guy started break dancing in the middle of the street. No kidding.

It might have been all right had the guy had any talent for dancing, but no. He looked like a puppet being tortured.

Right then, it would have been cool to see what would have happened had the light turned green at that very moment.

He pounded his car a bit and then folded himself up in order to get back into the car.( did I mention that the guy was tall and gangly?) Once inside his car he continued to punish his poor auto.

Finally. The light turned green.

It was a little too late in my opinion.

Moral of this story: Never dance in the middle of the street at a stop light. Really. It's stupid.

This story isn't half so good as my Deer story.