The other day, I was sitting at a red light waiting to turn left when a car pulled up on my right side. We both were waiting for a green light.
The man driving the car next to me rolled down his window, blew his horn, and started waving at me to roll down my window. I looked at him, looked the other way, looked back at him, and he was flapping his arm like there was no tomorrow.
Seriously, he was starting to scare me, but I rolled down the window thinking he was going to tell me something was wrong with my car.
“Jesus Loves You,” is what he said to me.
“Jesus Loves You,” once again.
I sat there thinking this man is going to whip out a gun and shoot me, so I waved, rolled up the window, and prayed like you know what that the light would change right away (which it didn’t). He kept staring at me as if he expected me to carry on a conversation with him. It was very strange.
So, yesterday morning I was driving home from the doctor’s office, and some man in front of me had his window rolled down, and he was waving at each car that passed by. No joke! Each on-coming car got a big ol’ wave from his big ol’ hand.
I was thinking, “This can’t be the same man, can it?” and slowed down a bit.
He turned left. I went straight.
End of story.
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