Heading off on my first showing today, I was multitasking as usual. Calling ahead to make sure my clients and I had our timing in sync, I noticed the car beside me at the light. I found it odd that we both kept pace when the light turned green. More than once, I've had people comment on my predisposition to drive a bit faster than the limit. A friend even nicknamed me Emerson. Emerson Fittipaldi I am not, but I do like the feel of driving fast. I do try to keep it in check and obey the law though, so I found it odd that the car driver beside me seemed to have the same propensity.
The engine on his car had a low growl, almost as though it wanted to be let loose as much as he wanted to open it up. As he pulled ahead of me, I then noticed his license plate and realized, seeing the "Eliza" vanity plates, that it was my nephew. Too funny! I had been more observant of his pace and the engine than of the car itself.
I'm not sure if my identity dawned on him at the same time, but at the next light, me behind him at that point, he reached up through the sunroof and waived. Green light and Emerson and Eliza drove on down the road, maybe a bit more mindful.
How often do we miss obvious details day to day? And would we conduct ourselves in the same manner if we knew we were always accompanied by someone who knew us, who would see us?
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