I just had a happy little experience. Some of you might remember the angry neighbour who got on my case for the speeding he imagined I was doing last year. I hadn't heard from him since then except for one note--red marker ink on white paper--left on my car; "Slow down!"
To-day, as I was coming down the street, I noticed he was in his driveway, so I sped up from 15mph to 20mph (the speed limit's 25).
When I got out of my car, I immediately heard the big fellow yelling at me;
"Why don't you slow down?"
I paused a moment, knowing who it was, but still slightly surprised. I finally replied, "Will you stop sending me love letters if I do?"
"Wh-why don't you slow down?" he said again.
"I'd miss this dialogue! I feel like there's something really special between us," I said.
"I could hear your engine speed up when you went by."
I poured pathos into my voice; "I saw you and wanted you to notice me."
"You need to slow down! I'll tell your grandmother and your parents," he said.
"It's okay. You don't have to say it. I can see it in your eyes."
"You need to slow down!"
"It's okay," I said, like I was telling him it was okay to allow himself to cry.
He said, "Whatever, man," and turned away.
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