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ninevirtuesAlex, in traffic, to a recalcitrant driver:
"Hey, is there any PARTICULAR shade of green you're waiting for?"
Tim, in traffic, to the same driver:
"Look on the floor. You'll notice a silver pedal to the right of the one you're currently pressing. Push down on it. Thaaaat's right."
Gail, in traffic, to the same driver, a year ago:
"Go! Go! You know you want to! Do it! Accelerate! Take the risk!"
Gail, in traffic, after seven months of anatomy:
"Alright ma'am, I want you to dorsiflex your right foot, externally rotate your hip so your foot is positioned directly over the accelerator, extend your hip and knee, and plantarflex your foot so you press on the accelerator. Hold it! Hold! Don't let me push you!"
I know what you're thinking, and you're right: there are many ways in which I flow at right angles to the southern Zeitgeist, and probably always will: Door opening, southern dating, and the rules of engagement for traffic.
And from the department of now-I've-seen-everything: I saw a battered yellow station wagon rolling down the road, with one driver and two indeterminate large "somethings" in it.
Something #1, loose in the front seat, was a large yellow dog (perhaps a lab mix?)
Something #2, loose in the back seat, was a large black pig, complete with tusks. In a car, rolling down the street outside my house.
"Hey, is there any PARTICULAR shade of green you're waiting for?"
Tim, in traffic, to the same driver:
"Look on the floor. You'll notice a silver pedal to the right of the one you're currently pressing. Push down on it. Thaaaat's right."
Gail, in traffic, to the same driver, a year ago:
"Go! Go! You know you want to! Do it! Accelerate! Take the risk!"
Gail, in traffic, after seven months of anatomy:
"Alright ma'am, I want you to dorsiflex your right foot, externally rotate your hip so your foot is positioned directly over the accelerator, extend your hip and knee, and plantarflex your foot so you press on the accelerator. Hold it! Hold! Don't let me push you!"
I know what you're thinking, and you're right: there are many ways in which I flow at right angles to the southern Zeitgeist, and probably always will: Door opening, southern dating, and the rules of engagement for traffic.
And from the department of now-I've-seen-everything: I saw a battered yellow station wagon rolling down the road, with one driver and two indeterminate large "somethings" in it.
Something #1, loose in the front seat, was a large yellow dog (perhaps a lab mix?)
Something #2, loose in the back seat, was a large black pig, complete with tusks. In a car, rolling down the street outside my house.
