in the ditch

I’m tired when I finish a day of driving the mail around.

Coming out of town on my way home from work, I must not have jumped on the transition from 20 mph to 55 mph quick enough, because a guy on a motorcycle pulled up fast on my tail and then zoomed around me.

Kind of startled me.

I thought, “Man! Look at that guy go!! WHAT’S HIS HURRY?!”

I wondered if I’d catch up with him later.

When I got to the next big curve, he was climbing out of the ditch, his bike on its side….down by the trees.

He’d gotten there long enough before I did that a couple of people had already stopped their cars, asking him if he was OK.

When he passed me just a little earlier, he was proving a good point.

I was going too slow.

His moving argument lost most of its potency when he put it in the ditch a quarter mile farther up the road, though.

My goal is to make it home.

That’s it.

Just make it through and make it home.

I just want to, like my Dad used to say, “keep it between the fenceposts”.

That dude lost it.


I’m glad I don’t zoom around everybody.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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