As I was driving north on M-23 the other day I saw three people on the shoulder of the left hand side of the road.
There was man in his mid twenties, walking fast, upset, and deep in thought.
About fifty yards back there was woman, of about the same age, stomping her feet, flailing her arms about wildly, her angry shouts soon changing to tears.
Finally, there was an older woman about 50 feet further back, tapping her foot, her arms folded, with a concerned look on her face.
And in less than ten seconds it had become just another incident that is now slowly burrowing it's way deeper and deeper into my memory banks.
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