I pulled to a stop behind a small truck while en route to Katy yesterday. It happened to have a long, thin rope dragging behind it.
I immediately felt like I was in high school all over again and the shoelace in front of me was begging to be stepped on.
I inched forward with my mental Converse raised, poised for the perfect moment. Should I? Should I not?
A few more inches and that rope will be under my tire.
Before I could decide whether it was a smart idea to see what would happen when I sat my heavy car atop that rope and discovered just what it was tied to, the light turned green and the truck turned as I drove on.
Probably all for the best.
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