Suddenly I realized I was alone standing in the middle of the left lane, the Mustang running with the door open.
I knew that the drivers behind Kathy and Derek were oblivious of the circumstances anxious to move past the Stop sign to continue along their well worn paths.
Like … even if they had seen Scooter Man trapped under his scooter they couldn’t have known about the penis on the yard sign which wouldn’t have made any difference, since the real reason traffic was being held up was, I was totally debilitated by the ridiculous absurdity of a penis on a yard sign, while Kathy and Derek were overwhelmed with laughter at the sight of me acting like an ass totally convinced that there was a penis on a yard sale sign. We were indulging ourselves with laughter. We knew that any one of us could have been playing the role I was currently playing.
As the line of incoming traffic grew I felt their resentment heating up. I figured I’d have to either get the hell out of there or face the consequences of collective road rage.
I glanced at Kathy and Derek two cars behind the Mustang.
Their body language spoke volumes.
Continued … The Exciting Conclusion (once again) of The Kathy and Derek Chronicle