Men in Black

I harbor some irrational thoughts. For instance, I have a fear I'll be shot while at a stoplight. In the scenario, someone from a nearby car pulls a gun on me. Maybe he pulls the gun because I eyed him, or his girl, or his poodle, or his poodle then him, and then rolled my eyes because he owns a poodle. ( He didn't want the poodle, but he caved to his girlfriends wishes. They picked the youngest of the litter. Now he loves the poodle, but feels others judge him for it.). I don’t know!

All I know is he has a Glock, a Desert Eagle, or a shotgun, and he’s about to use it on me!

To block this hail of potential bullets I pull ahead of whoever pulls to a stop along side of me. I really do. Plumber? Pull ahead. Cop? Pull ahead. Grandmother? Pull ahead. I don’t trust anyone at an intersection.

I creep up just enough, positioning the metal truck frame between the would-be assassin and myself. Like this:

If you fear being shot, try this little maneuver. It may bring you some piece of mind.

I’m crazy.