Because There is Only One Letter of Difference

…between ‘talking’ and ‘stalking.’

A few weeks ago LibraryDiva and I felt the need to visit our own personal Ephesus (see your local neighborhood Christian reference book for an explanation) the nearest KrispyKreme. Making our way down the interstate we encountered a driver poking along in the fast lane…and I mean really poking along…doing like fifty in an area where most people are moving at upwards of eighty. Reaching the end of her patience with this particular motorist, LibraryDiva attempted to pass on the right (which is a no-no, but this was a desperate situation…WE NEEDED THOSE DOUGHNUTS!) at which time the ‘poke-y’ driver apparently discovered the gas pedal and LibraryDiva was unable to pass. After effectively ‘trapping’ us in the right lane, Mr.Pokey cut in front of us and took the same exit we were planning on taking.

At which point LibraryDiva’s vindictive streak got the better of her.

Yep, we followed him.

All the way down the crowded road in front of the mall.

Giggling, pointing, and taking pictures the whole time.

And to say that our behavior freaked this guy out would be putting it mildly.

Finally we decided to go get our doughnuts and leave Mr.Pokey to his freshly instilled paranoia, so we pulled off…waving and smiling as he looked in our direction. We used back roads to reach our destination and after securing some seriously sugary bounty we pulled back into traffic…only to encounter Mr.Pokey sitting in the line of traffic directly to our left!

Immature? Yes

Potentially dangerous? Yes

Ridiculously amusing at the time? Yes