We are not vigilantes

A 14 year old, 15 year old, and  16 year old precious cargo were sitting in my car.  We had just turned on a curvy road with no street lights.  It was a little after 9 at night.  Suddenly a car was tailgating me.

I’m going to pause right there just like they do in tv shows.  It’s a flashback time.

The Imaginative One and his buddies are in DeMolay which is the teenage boys version of the Masonic Order.  (Simple layman’s terms)  Their meetings are Wednesdays evenings.  Last night I offered to pick the boys up from their meeting.

One reason for my agreement to pick up the boys was so I could have my sons clean out my car.  It so desperately needed it.

Another reason is because a few minutes from the Masonic Center, no longer known as Masonic Temple because we have to be politically correct, is an ice cream shop that sells DOLE WHIP.  Yum!

My plan was to get Dole Whip and then walk the dog around the park that is close to the Masonic Center.  That didn’t happen.

I ended up getting all of the boys yummy treats.  They were waiting for me when I pulled up so no walk.

We head on our way home when we were tailgated by that impatient man or woman.

As I said, they were almost on my bumper.  If I put on the brakes, they would have rear ended me.

Suddenly they decided to cross the double lines and pass me.

This is the conversation that ensued after the idiot broke the law.

E:  He’s not going the speed limit.

J:  He also crossed over the double lines.

E:  I’ve got the police on my phone.  (I guess on speed dial.)

Me:  I can’t read the license plate.

E:  If you get closer, I could read the license plate.

J:  If you tailgate him, the police will stop you not him.

Needless to say, we did not decide to be vigilantes last night.  Karma will take care of the idiot who decided to break the law on a dark night on a curvy road.

(Oh and did you notice, my son did not say a word while all this was going on?)

Oh and this week’s writing prompt was to write a blog post inspired by the word break.  The person who crossed over the double lines did BREAK the law.

EDITED version:  Hubby was subbing in one of the boys’ rooms today.  While he was reading my glorious blog post, in walked E.  He asked E. about what happened the night before while I was driving him home.

Have a magical day,
Traci

P.S.  Drive safe.