Our street is being resurfaced. I was behind a car today and we were both going slow, which a rarity since everyone speeds past the 25 MPH sign and I hate that but it will be their kids who are run over and who will die terrible deaths and not mine so I say go for it you effing morons. I know this will be a surprise for you but I do abide by that particular speed limit because there are lots of people who walk, run, ride bikes, etc.
Anyway, the car in front of me came to a stop right in front of our driveway as the highly skilled road crew person indicated he/she should stop. Which is fine if you live down the road. It wasn’t so fine for me. So, I drove off the road, across my grass–the grass I cut and pay taxes on–and up my driveway. The highly skilled road crew guy gave me lots of arm waving like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Believe.
He was still standing at the end of my driveway staring at me when I got of the car. I just looked at him and walked into the house. I guess he’s never seen a Honda go 4-wheelin’ before, but that’s how we roll out here in Mechanicsville.