we accept welcome coffee
catch up on family news
discuss the weather and
recall the dreadful drivers we encountered
speeding
cutting us off
tailgating
I wonder what those
drivers
talk about
when, or if…
they arrive at their destinations
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TRAVEL On arrival
we accept welcome coffee catch up on family news discuss the weather and recall the dreadful drivers we encountered speeding cutting us off tailgating I wonder what those drivers talk about when, or if… they arrive at their destinations
Mary Wallace
19/2/2021 03:17:48 am
The slow drivers on the road. Nice one Sandra.
Sandra James
19/2/2021 03:24:49 am
Thanks, Mary! Not like a couple of women in orange and yellow cars zipping around our town :)
Sue Clayton
19/2/2021 03:28:28 am
I wonder who those two women could be.
Sandra James
19/2/2021 03:41:37 am
The two with the most colourful cars in town :)
Sue Clayton
19/2/2021 07:02:27 am
I know someone who loves yellow.
Sandra James
19/2/2021 10:17:04 am
Sitting here in my yellow top, yellow shoes and yellow jewelry in my yellow house with my yellow car in the carport...nah, I can't pretend it's not me :)
Andrew Carter
19/2/2021 11:59:47 am
This taxi-talk you girls are talking about has me intrigued.
Sandra James
20/2/2021 07:34:52 am
I'll explain, Andrew. I have a yellow car (my favourite colour) while Mary recently bought an orange car, and we both live in the same small town :)
Peggy Gerber
19/2/2021 02:47:15 pm
Those dreadful drivers make people’s lives miserable. Enough in fact that sometimes you need to write a poem about them.
Sandra James
20/2/2021 07:43:32 am
Thanks, Peggy. Your comment reminded me about the first time I ever won a prize in a poetry competition. It was about a driver who passed us and about five or six other cars, all at once and very dangerously, tooting his horn and waving at us all :( BUT a few kilometres down the road we saw him pulled over by a police officer! We remained composed but would have loved to toot our horns then :)
Candace Arthuria Williams
23/2/2021 06:29:23 pm
They talk about annoying old drivers who have no business on the road---whether we're old or not. Next time, stop and help the police make their case. Comments are closed.
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