I was on my way to Wal-mart this morning. In the middle of The Nearby Small Town there are four short blocks with traffic lights that seem to be purposely synchronized to make sure that you will always have to stop at at least three of them. This morning the traffic was more backed up than usual but I was behind a truck towing a trailer with a ginormous bulldozer so I couldn’t see what was going on. After a few minutes I got to where I could see that there was a small group of protesters in front of the courthouse, carrying signs that said ‘God hates people who are different from me.’ Well, that’s not exactly what they said but you get the general idea.
I thought it might be fun to stop and get into an argument with these people and take a few photos, but then it occurred to me that the husband might be annoyed if I got myself arrested and besides, I was afraid I might get my dress all mussed. So I drove on, thinking I would just take a photo from the car on the way back when I would be on the other side of the street and closer to the fun. But by the time I came back they were gone. [sigh] Another missed opportunity. I guess this is a good excuse for dressing like a slob – you’re always ready for such opportunities.