Freezing.
Swallowed.
Composing an ode to my own driver's license picture:
If only you knew my gratitude for dutifully representing me...
Forced.
O! My very likeness! With a background the most beautiful of blues...
Pathetic.
Otherwise, I am looking forward to a sign that comes unexpectedly-
Catching me off guard.
Forcing me to make the choice among a few simple options:
-softly mutter 'fuck' as I turn the car and head back.
-drive right past -totally missing it- then fretting that I should have paid better attention.
-drive right past -totally missing it- expressing no indication of even seeing the sign.
-blaze by like a maniac- then weeks later gag slightly at the taste of the envelope's adhesive as I mail the fine for the traffic violation.
Thine eyes are mine! May I never be without you!
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