Justice

I saw the small black car coming in my rear view mirror. He had to be traveling twice as fast as I was. He didn’t slow until he was right up on my tail.

I don’t know why, but I could tell he was looking for an opening, an opportunity just big enough to slip through and pass me. He found one. He vanished, only to reappear two lanes to my left on the tail of another car.

I knew he wouldn’t stay there for long. Sure enough, as soon as a few inches appeared, he came across both lanes again and cut right in front of me. I hardly had time to touch the brakes before he was gone again, accelerating ahead of the truck next to me.

I lost sight of him for a moment. Then I caught a glimpse of him weaving back and forth across all three lanes before suddenly turning into Dunkin.

Much to my delight, he pulled in behind an unusually long line of drive through cars that wound around the building, through the parking lot, and out into the street.

A little justice always brings a smile to my face.