Meant To Be
I was driving us to the dojo this evening. While waiting at a traffic light, I glanced over to the right and saw a white-colored Jeep slightly ahead of us. On the dash was a row of rubber duckies of various sorts. "Look! It is such a collection of rubber duckies!" I hollered to Mike who was looking at something else. "You know what? I have a rubber ducky in my purse. I just got it today from the public library promotion team at the rec center." I pulled it out of my purse to show Mike. It was a dark green, evil-looking rubber ducky to go on top of a pencil. "Should we offer it to him?" I asked Mike. 😳 "How? We are here and he is over there in his car . . ." Mike muttered. Before Mike could finish his sentence, I rolled down his window and we started waving at the Duck Man like maniacs. Duck Man was a cute young man with long curls in his hair. He was so busily conversing with someone on the phone while playing with the curls...
