Impulse

Yesterday I was driving down Provo Canyon when I made eye contact with a guy I was passing. He looked familiar, but Heber's a small town--everyone looks familiar. I felt little uncomfortable, but no big deal. 20 minutes later we met at a red light. And heaven help me, I don't know what possessed me, but we made eye contact again and I WAVED! As soon as I did it my inner introvert voice (imagine this like the movie Inside Out, only it's Introvert shaking Impulse), starts shouting, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! YOU WAVED AT HIM???" We met at two more red lights. I was dying inside.

Thankfully he turned left just before I entered my own parking lot. What if he'd lived in the same complex? I would have had to talk to him! Impulse, take a seat and some duct tape. Let Introvert and Common Sense be in charge of driving.




*Slice of Life originally published October 9th, 2017