Foothill Blvd
La Crescenta
I
raced for the Chevy truck when the lights
turned red. Luckily at the time, there weren’t many cars to let me ease beside
it on the right lane. “You dropped a box!”
the window misted as my voice echoed inside the car. They felt my stare so they
rolled down a window. I did too. They were obviously on the way to a storage
facility nearby. I told them a box fell a couple of intersections behind. After
the thank yous and pleasantries and where are you from, yadda yadda yadda the
cars behind us honked! Green light’s on!
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