by Aaron Hayes
The peak of One Tree Hill looms on the horizon as I pull up to a roundabout. Shifting from third to second to neutral, I switch over to Radio Sport to catch the latest on the All Blacks. Go, New Zealand!
Four vehicles at the four-way stop all at the same time. I sit waiting.
Guy in Cortina with John Deere cap covering his eyes on my right doesn’t move.
What are you waiting for?
I glance over at a spotless RX7 opposite me.
Okay. Guy in Cortina is waiting for guy in speedy lawnmower.
I look back toward Cortina apologetically.
Looking to my left, I see a Holden V8 and fingers in leather gloves tapping on the steering wheel.
Oops, lawnmower man is giving way to the V8.
I eyeball him.
So it’s you! Hurry the hell up!
As I thump on the steering wheel, I hurl several four-letter words into the otherwise clean compartment of my car.
What are you waiting for?!
I look at the other three.
I’m on the Holden’s right. He’s waiting for me. Everyone is waiting for me!
I slink down in my seat a little.
Shamed, I put the clutch in and shift into first.
But ... wait a second ... Everybody’s moving! What the ...?
Everybody stops again. Shifting back to neutral, I revert to waiting.
This is ridiculous.
From out of nowhere, a man in a blue uniform, waving calmly towards lawnmower man, strolls out to the center of the roundabout.
Whew... we’re off the hook at last.
I lean out the window. “Thank you, Officer Godot!”
Copyright © 2007 by Aaron Hayes