Chance Encounter

If I'm in one of those stopped-forever-on-the-interstate situations and this person is in front of me, I can pass the time making up a story about the driver and his family. But beyond that, I think having a lot of stickers all over the car is sort of tacky. Joe detests them, and won't have any; he's in despair because I have three. Three smallish ones. Confined to the bumper. On the left.

Last evening I had to run out for an errand and when I came home, I parked in front of the house. As I was getting out of the car, a shiny-clean, pretty blue, somewhat older car pulled up and the window went down. A very cute clean-cut red-haired fellow called out, "Excuse me?" My first thought was he wanted directions to someplace, but he was young and coming from the direction of the high school, so I didn't think that was likely. So I smiled at him.

"I've seen your car out front sometimes when I drive by here. And I just wanted to tell you, I like your bumper sticker."

Amazed, I quickly considered which one he meant: Women for Obama, Marriage Equality, or Sweden? So I said, "Oh! I'm not really much of a bumper sticker person, but those things are important to me."

"You bet!" he replied, and then flashed his phone at me so I could see his Marriage Equality sticker. "That's really important," I agreed. "We've got the right President, too!" He added. So I said, "Let's hope we can keep him."

And then this adorable kid said, "I just turned eighteen and I can't wait to vote for him!"

Wasn't that just the nicest thing? I'm still smiling.