And the Strangest Time of the Year…

In my new red Dodge Caravan just washed, waiting for the light to change at Calgary Trail to go east on 34th. Old white-haired guy in a white SUV beside me honks at me, pointing at right side of my van, wants to talk. I roll down the window. “You got a speck of dust there,” he says, pointing again. “Thanks,” I say laughing. “Just kidding you,” he says. “I know,” I answer. “Merry Christmas.” “You, too.” The light changes.