Dear Reader,
My husband and I have been married 42 years. You'd think we'd know how to do it by now, wouldn't you? Stop and go, stop and go. We can't get the right rhythm going. Is it time yet? We're totally indecisive when we're trying to cross a street together.
My husband is a follow-the-rules kind of guy when it comes to crossing a street. We must wait for the little white pedestrian to appear in the signal box before crossing the road--that's his way of doing things.
My way is to look both ways, just like mother taught me, and then skedaddle across the road before that car, zooming straight for me, runs me down. No seriously, I'm careful, but for heaven's sake if there isn't a car in sight, why aren't we crossing the street? What are we waiting for? That's what I ask him every time we go for a walk.
I'm an aggressive pedestrian, but I'm a give-it-up driver. I gladly give up the right-of-way to anyone walking. Anybody out for a walk should be rewarded for exercising and experiencing the joys of nature during this pandemic.
Walking has always been popular here in Sarasota, the crosswalks are wide and there's a sign posted by them reminding drivers that if they don't stop for a pedestrian, they'll ante-up a steep fine. And that's as it should be. But my dear husband still insists on waving the cars on by, and he waits patiently until the light turns red and the traffic comes to a complete halt.
Q. Why is the chicken still standing on the side of the road?
A. Because he's standing next to my husband.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
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