#smalltownhabits

Dear Sir-in-the-Chevy-Pickup-on-North-Oak-at-7:20am,

When you stuck your gigantic, flannel covered arm out the window to wave at me for letting you over to get on I-29, you made my morning. I’d venture to say that we’re on opposite ends of the spectrum politically…you would probably hate my loud music and my purple hair…and…well, I’m a Fordgirl. But the wave of that big, burly arm…that simple expression of gratitude…made all the difference this morning.

As I continued my commute across the state line to work, I was cut off by a Lexus and an Acura…and almost pushed off the Bond Bridge by a BMW…

But you…YOU, Sir-in-the-Chevy-Pickup-on-North-Oak-at-7:20am, you were somethin’ special. If we have nothing else in common, at least we both have the satisfaction of going through our day knowing that we weren’t total assholes on our drive to work this morning.

High five, buddy. Kansas City needs more people like us. We’re the true winners in the race of this world.

Sincerely,
Young-Lady-in-Dora-the-Red-Explorer-on-North-Oak-at-7:20am