the cars speed past with angry glares to the old woman in the left lane with a blinker that has been on for hours

as i pass her, not in nearly the same hurry, ours eyes meet and she smiles

it was infectious

i smiled back and waved and slowed down to stay next to her

the cars behind us seemed to inch closer and closer

but we didn’t care

sometimes a smile and pissing off the rest of the world

is all that matters