It’s no secret to my church family that I own and drive a scooter. The fact is, since I can’t see myself while I am on the scooter, I envision myself looking pretty fly while I ride. But that all changed recently. As I was riding along, scooter-style, to get some allergy medicine I passed another guy on a scooter going the opposite way. The fact that I was shopping for allergy meds should have been my first clue regarding my illusion to cool. As we approached, he pointed his fist towards the ground and in my direction. The following are the thoughts I had in the next few seconds. · Is that fist for me? Is that the universal sign for scooter drivers to show our support for one another? · I thought that was the sign Harley Davidson riders used for one another. · Why isn’t he wearing a helmet? Doesn’t he know that’s dangerous? ...
You don't know me. I'm okay with that. This is my search for insignificance.