The Best Thing

about getting honked at on Main street, there is only one main street in my town is that, after the fear subsides and the nerves settle down and the wind wicks the sweat away and you see the green chevy driving up the road and know that your friend was in there and high alert was not necessary at all,

you can relax and know that you can send a happy text to him because you thought he left town ten months ago and he's still circling for whatever reason and now you get to know that you have to know what the hell he was doing on your side of the river in your town on that day and jumping out of your skin was completely justified on your grocery run because, to be honest, you thought he was either dead or escaped.