Driving at Night
By L.B. Lewis
I don’t know about you but I don’t really like to drive at night. I’m doing this write-in and that was the prompt they gave us.
What am I saying?
I don’t even drive these days. I’m doing LA on my terms.
I have a free parking spot with nothing there. I prefer to walk but I don’t like to walk at night. I was thinking I would buy a white vest or jacket so people would be able to see me.
Then I would be like a ghost, and people would know me as the ghost walker of LA. They would see me and I’d be famous. But I wouldn’t ghost anyone.
Almost everyone that I see driving in LA has their phone nearby while driving. Your phone can wait. No matter how many brain cells you have, make at least one brain cell do the thinking and stop texting while driving.
Once I saw a girl and she was texting at a stop light. As I was crossing the street, I stared at her — texting. She looked up and I shook my head, like an old woman. I am becoming an old woman.
What am I saying?
I was born an old woman. But I don’t look like an old woman. For the first time in my life, I got 25 year olds hitting on me. And, it’s not because of my big…bank accounts that is for sure.
