Then…
I passed a car on the interstate sportin’ a California license-plate.
Actually, they passed by ME speedily, which is probably what drew my attention to their plate.
“What the fritoes!”
Traveling along the Northwestern Pennsylvania highway a CA plate is not a common site in our neck of the woods!
After my initial shout-out I paused, offering a prayer for the occupants inside the blurr now long ahead of me, that they be protected given the speed they were currently traveling.
Yikes!
Personal note: You never know what someone else may be going through, which is why we should be mindful to pass around the fritoes, sparingly!
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