Bump.

A month or so ago I was driving myself to work alone and also eating a bagel. Very close to my home I lightly rear-ended a pick-up truck. I freaked out a little bit. It's been a really, really long time since I have bumped anyone. When Tony and I were in Guadalajara once where aggressive driving seemed to be the norm, we were riding with one of his cousins and she lightly bumped another car as she was parking. She exclaimed sweetly, "un besito," a little kiss. I thought it was awfully cute at the time that bumping into another car was such a casual and romantic affair.

What happened to me after I bumped into that pick-up was the best possible thing that can happen in that situation.  The driver paused after I hit him for a period of time that was uncomfortable to me, but gave me more than enough time to hide my bagel and swallow what was already in my mouth. I guess I was expecting him to fly out of his vehicle, slam his door and rage all over me. Perhaps he was collecting his thoughts or summoning his calm? In any case, an adorable 20 something man gracefully exited his truck, glanced at me still sitting in my car, and quickly surveyed the back of his car. I was worried, but calm. Then he came up to my window and said to me in a gentle forviving voice "it's all good." He was so casual and kind. I told him I was very sorry and he was gone and I was on my way.

My faith in humanity was somewhat renewed and the feeling stayed with me for a bit.

Not a big deal. Not really worth mentioning. I probably would have forgotten about my little besito already, except the very same evening I found this on my kitchen counter:



I asked Wyatt what inspired him to create it. He said, "I don't know."

Hmmm.