Things that rarely happen after 50

I was driving home from church this morning reflecting on the message and the really great service I had experienced. I took the back roads as I desired to have the windows open since it was not 100 degrees yet. Traveling main highways at 60 or 70 miles per hour with the windows down creates a wind tunnel in my car that wouldn't have been condusive to my mood.

No radio, the sunroof open with the sun shining on me, a comfortable breeze runs through my car. I am deep in thought as I come to a red light. I only notice the car in the left turn lane, just enought to admire it, as I pull up next to it. A yellow mustang with all the bells and whistles, tinted windows, and obviously welled cared for by its owner. I think of my little gold civic as it sits next to it and wonder, if my car had a personality how would it feel right now?

Would it be jealous or would it wish it could be just like this car when it grows up? Now 10 years old, with a cracked windshield, a dented front bumper, a deep scratch on the back bumper and a few other minor dings and dents; this little car just isn't what it once was when it was new. But it gets me where I'm going and still gets great gas mileage. I was so deep in these and other thoughts, probably smiling because of my mood, I never even noticed the window go down on the passenger side of the yellow mustang.

A very deep, sultry voice said "hi". Instinctively I said "hi" back. Since we were only about a foot away from each other I responded at an appropriate sound level (not too loud, not too soft). He said, again in that soothing voice that said hi, "how are you this morning?"

I smiled and said "I'm doing good." The light turned green and I proceeded on my way. The yellow mustang sat at the light until the car behind it gave him a gentle beep that said "hey dummy the light is green for you too".

I wondered, "was he flirting with me?"

NO way. He had to be my son's age. But it has been years since someone I'm not married to has flirted with me, so maybe I just don't know what that looks like anymore. Maybe he was just a very nice young man who looked past the cracks, dents, and scars of my little gold civic and just wanted to be nice on this gorgeous Sunday morning that the Lord has made.

Either way, I am amused.