Tuesday, October 8, 2019

1 mph


Yesterday, as I was walking through my HEB’s parking lot, I heard someone calling my name.  I turned, and saw one of my salsa partners approaching at a rapid pace while she waved me down.

I stopped, and when she got close, I gave her a big salsa hug.  Over her shoulder, I could see a late model pickup approaching us at 1 mph.  The guy, in his fifties, pulled along side us with his passenger window was rolled down because of the cold front, and said: 

“I thought y’all were going to start dancing.”

I said:  “We do that.”

He drove on, smiling, at 1 mph.






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