I have a problem with laughing.
At road rage declarations from my driving friends.
Yesterday for example,
we road behind a truck at a snails pace.
Ready to be home,
As the slow truck ahead of us,
turned into a church parking lot.
I hear from my driver’s seat,
“What’s wrong with you, do you drive slow for Jesus?!”
I can’t hold back the burst,
It’s “bumper-sticker” quality humor
Laughing at frustrated drivers will be the death of me.
And I doubt even Jesus will save me.