One shouldn't laugh at traffic
On a long morning off from working, one shouldn't laugh at traffic.
One shouldn't cross the highway bridge to take traffic's picture.
One may get to the crepe cart's corner, where one sat in neighboring lanes of the traffic so many days and wanted to flee the car for a bite…
… and find no crepe cart that day. Only more standstill traffic.
Crepe cart license issues, you learned later that day. Of all the weeks.
But you make do. You go to McDonald's and buy an orange juice and a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit. You go the Tivoli bake shop for the first time for a croissant and cherry turnover. You find the busiest sunshine corner of a nearby plaza and eat, as busier people pass and look and wonder who the jobless glutton could be and why he looks so happy.
They don't know you could be happier. They don't know about traffic. They don't know your dream of crepes and a liberation from your car, an Independence Day and a victory over bumper-to-bumper bonds.
So, you seek make your peace with traffic and admit foot travel can be as much a failure. You confess as much in your blogging. (Yes, we're in the moment right now.) You finish your writing and grab the link about the licensing issues. Then you notice the rest of the feed and discove–
[Sprints outside and drives imaginary car down the sidewalk. Beep beep!]
July 2nd, 2010 at 2:32 PM
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