I’m a worrier. I see situations and consider the “what ifs.” I have been working on this but sometimes, well sometimes I just can’t help myself.
Recently I had an early assignment. One of the many advantages of working from home is I can usually schedule things so I don’t have to rush out in the morning and I don’t have to get into the morning traffic.
However, this morning I find myself at 8 a.m. and in traffic. I was sitting at a light at a Route U.S. 1 intersection when a head, and then three quarters of a body, lean out of the driver’s window of the pickup truck in front of me.
It’s a little terrier. A big arm offers more cushioning than protection as the dog turns to look at me.
I want to get out and tell the driver that he is putting his pup at risk. Of course as much as I want to do this I don’t because unsolicited advice is rarely welcomed and just as rarely accepted — in my experience.
So I sit quietly, snap a few pictures and watch as the light changes and the man accelerates through the intersection.
I hope that he doesn’t get hit and the dog escapes, or his air bag activates with the dog between him and the steering wheel. I hope the pup doesn’t see something and jump out the window. Heck I hope the pup doesn’t get a kicked up rock or bug in his eye.
I change lanes. If he does fall out I don’t want to be the one to run him over.