The roots of a storm has ascended rapidly through the skyline, making it difficult to navigate through the traffic on the highway. Speedy cars approach my four-wheeled deathtrap. The wipers are long overdue for a change. I struggle to stay within the confined space I am allotted on this road. As the sky pours tears toward my windshield, more streaks form across the glass where I should be able to view the liabilities driving beside me.
I take the same exit as this person who almost destroyed my car by taking the risk of changing lanes with no signal. They catch on to me following them, but instead of pulling over they start speeding off. I was persistent! It looked as if they were in a hurry to get away from me, not realizing that I was only trying to help. I was going to help! I followed them to a police station and they jotted toward the entrance.
As they came out with an officer who had his weapon drawn, I stood there in the rain with a bulb in my hand asking if it was illegal to give away a free light bulb.
The officer, the person needing the bulb, and my passenger all looked in shock as if I was crazy.