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lemon versus lime After a not so restful night, there was no sunrise to greet me. Instead there was more overcast and a hint of rain. This made the morning slow, but slightly more productive than yesterday. Laundry was done, but afterwards there was less pressure on myself to constantly be doing something. ... My dad's side of the family got together for the afternoon, so the remainder of my day was spent listening to stories. Some if not most of them were of a humorous nature that usually only make sense to someone within the family, but I guess that that is to be expected. ... On the drive home I saw the oddest form of fighting that I have seen in a while. The fight wasn't done with fists or words, but with two brightly colored vehicles. One of them was a lemon yellow mini van of some sort and the other was a lime hued pickup truck. As to why either driver chose their respective color is beyond me. The first blow was struck as the three of us approached a stop light. Before the light was reached the truck swerved in front of the van. The van countered by changing over into the next available lane. Once they reached the light, the two of them sat next to each other, no doubt exchanging glances. Then when the light changed both vehicles sped to get to the onramp first. The van won simply because it was in the inner lane closest to the turn. Things changed however when the two vehicles were on the open highway. For the next eleven miles the two vehicles ran completely parallel to one another. If one sped up the other matched speed. Conversely if one of them slowed down, so did the other one. If they were riding horses I could use the phrase neck and neck. Personally I found the whole experience a little sad and I wished that I wasn't stuck behind the two of them. I was tired and wanted to be home. while the two of them were busy challenging one another another. The best part was when the bed of the truck which I noticed was riding very low was suddenly lifted high off of the ground by what I assume was hydraulics of some kind. Sigh. Maybe I am getting old, but being stuck behind Fred and Barney for eleven miles was the last thing that I wanted to do last night. |