(For example, for the letter A it was the 26th word on the list, for Z it was the 1st word on the list)
We’d been stuck for hours, sandwiched in like sardines in a can. The smart ones turned off their engines. The social ones got out and chatted with others who were stranded. The busy ones stayed glued to their phones and tablets. The musically inclined turned up the sound and bopped in their cars. Some even got out and danced on the highway.
Me? I’m shy. I stayed in my car until some music wafted my way. How long can you sit and ignore it? Not me. I love to dance. So I got out and stood beside my car, sort of swaying with the beat.
It wasn’t long before several people gathered together dancing. No one was doing the same thing, but they were all having fun by the looks of it. I moved a little closer.
The music got louder. Several cars had tuned in to the same radio station and the music grew louder, drifting further down the long line of vehicles. More people got out. The highway was alive with shimmying bodies. I was reminded of my uncle’s worm farm. Oops, not a good analogy.
Someone pulled me into the fray and before I knew it, I was shimmying away with the rest of the crowd. Hot and sweaty, we all kept moving. The song didn’t matter as long as there was a good beat. Smiles abounded, good humor flowed from person to person, from car to car.
A couple of folks in motorhomes passed out cold drinks and offered snacks to the kids. It felt like a neighborhood party.
But like all things, it had to end. The traffic moved, folks climbed into the cars, life went on as before. I only hope they remember the time we all got along. A good day indeed.
Thank you.