Refreshing Road Ripples – Thanks to Earl’s Restaurant!

So its Friday afternoon. Hot. July. Snail’s were moving faster than we were. It’s like this every afternoon on the ramp to cross the bridge. But hey, we have the top down and we’re going to be sailing soon so no big deal right? Of course the cars around us weren’t in the same frame of mind.

Suddenly, brakes light up in front of us. Must be some competitive type trying to change lanes. Out of the shimmering heat steps a tall man dressed as a waiter with a tray of what… margaritas in little plastic cups with convenient straws? Mirage? No… can’t be because I now have one of these frozen concoctions in one hand and the wheel in the other. I had to ask him where he came from. Earl’s Restaurant, he said and pointed down the street and smiled at me as he went on to the next car. He wasn’t wearing a sign, there were no logos in sight and he didn’t broadcast the restaurant. All around us, people were now smiling, slurping, waving at each other, and yes these were virgin drinks. Rather than raging at each other in the traffic we were rippling happiness. Which was good because the big merge from two lanes to one lane was coming up and boy, do you have to manage your irritation with other drivers at that point on the bridge. (We need a better green solution for transportation here… but that is another story)

Way to ripple, Earl’s. Will I remember this? You bet, I’m writing about it. Will I go to Earl’s soon. Probably.