True Love

(Must be read as a dramatic narration to receive it’s full value.)

We stumbled in the door of the crowded restaurant.  A growing shared hunger and the need to stretch our legs had led our family of four to this place in hopes of a respite from the unending Texas highway.  It was the only place in the area, the golden arches drawing us in to it’s fat-filled high-carb trap like a spider into it’s web.  As we stepped inside and took our place in line, I imagined this lonely, yet familiar, place must draw thousands of other travelers from the busy road.  From the looks of the building, it had stood it’s ground a long while.

Our extended wait in line allowed us each a bathroom visit, leaving behind rotating sentinels to defend our claimed position.  We even had time for a supervised return to the car for jackets to ward off the over-eager air conditioning, hoping to restore blood-flow to our limbs before we lost all sensation.  Finally, the wait was over; our moment arrives.

Right of Way

Driving. It’s something we do everyday. For the most part, we probably don’t even give it much conscious thought. The rules of the road have become common place – a second nature of sorts.

Recently, my Hubby-Lu and I changed our auto insurance policy. In the process they informed us that we could apply an additional discount if we took an online Defensive Driving Course by the National Safety Council. So we did. During the course, however, I was introduced to an interesting tidbit of information.

There are no laws dictating a driver’s “right of way”.