See that picture up there? That was my view this past Friday night. I was traveling down I-95 to see Boyfriend Ben for the weekend – he lives in South Florida and I’m up in Central Florida. I was making good time and suddenly, we slowed to a crawl. And then we stopped.
A few cops drove past me in the emergency lane with their sirens blasting. I hoped they would help us get around whatever it was that was blocking our path. When I saw Mr. Truck in front me shut off his engine, I knew we were in for the long haul.
People started getting out of their cars to see if they could figure out what happened. A mom had binoculars so a neighbor let her jump up on the roof of their truck to investigate. Binocular Lady shouted, “It’s a wreck and it’s a big one!”
After the first hour, I got out to walk my dog Winston and I heard music. In the car to the left behind me was a young college girl playing the sax. I knew the melody but couldn’t quite place the tune.
Another hour passed and the trail mix bag was empty. I looked up and saw a dude go by my car on a skateboard. To avoid thinking about food, I messed around on Facebook for awhile. I posted a picture of my view from I95 and within minutes, one of my friends responded. She works on the air at one of our local radio stations and she must have seen the traffic reports while she was at the station.
Well ain’t that just craptastic!
That didn’t surprise me. It had rained hard for 5 days in a row and rain like that always makes the roads a bit slick. The rain stopped 20 minutes before we did but the road was still wet and caused the semi to jackknife.
Another hour passed and I watched the people wander out on the highway. I felt like I was in some parallel universe where strangers become friends, moms climb on the roofs of cars and small boys boys run into the brush to brag to their friends that they peed on the side of the interstate.
From out of nowhere, I saw an old beach bum ride by on a bike in the emergency lane. He was like Paul Revere yelling at the top of his lungs, ” The tow truck for the semi is here, the truck is here! Get back in your cars! We’re moving soon!” And just like that … he was gone.
We got into our cars and friendly strangers went back to being busy people on their way home. As I waited for the cars to let me in the single file line, I thought about a scene in The Breakfast Club. The one at the end where they talk about whether they’ll be friends or not.
If Brian came walking up to you in the hall on Monday, what would you do? I mean picture this, you’re there with all the sports. I know exactly what you’d do, you’d say hi to him and when he left you’d cut him all up so your friends wouldn’t think you really liked him!
I’m more like Brian and I know I would still be friendly with my fellow travelers: Then I assume Allison and I are better people than you guys, huh? Us weirdos.
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