shortly before i left work the heavens decided to open up and pour rain like there was no tomorrow. this made the commute home especially delightful. add to the already delightful commute a broken stoplight shortly before my apartment and you got yourself a 50 minute ride home.

roughly two blocks before my turn an older buick cuts me off. while i pondered honking ruby’s horn, i swore like a sailor. i passed the older buick as i got into the left lane and as soon as i passed him he got in the turning lane behind me.

“hrmph,” i thought as i turned left and then turned into the gas station.

as i got out of ruby– with the rain still coming down in sheets– i notice out of the corner of my eye that the older buick is sorta creeping up to my side all goofy.

“fuck,” i thought, “he’s all road ragey and is gonna bust a cap into my ass.”

i can see that his window is down and he calls me over– even though the rain is pouring and at this point i’m dripping wet, i go over.

as i look into the older buick i see it’s driven by an older man and he’s got all sorts of buttons and patches on his shirt.

“excuse me young lady,” he said, “i’m terribly lost, can you tell me how to get to the american legion?”
“the one in prior lake or the one in savage?”
“prior lake.”

when i finish giving him the directions his face breaks into such a smile that i feel bad for thinking the f-word about him.