#3

I-75 and 14th street Onramp

We were heading out of town on a warm April day. We were leaving later than I had hoped, and the traffic was almost at a standstill. A perky middle aged black man was walking along the line of cars stopped at the traffic light near Ga Tech and I rolled down my window. When he got closer to us (we were in the middle lane) I called out- "I have a lunch!" He answered with out missing a beat, "Not anymore you don't!" with a big grin. He popped over to our car and asked if there happened to be a drink in there. I offered there was a Gatorade, but I was sorry to say it wasn't very cold. He smiled and said, "Don't drive too fast now!" (a reference to the non-moving traffic).

I was happy to finally unload lunch # 3. It's been a long dry month with several near misses. The most interesting thing has been the shift from hoping there WASN'T anyone asking on corners to hoping there WAS. From avoiding the edge lanes to purposely getting in them in anticipation of being in a good position to open my window. A very interesting paradigm shift.