I was walking to my Village today and needed to cross a residential street—one without a crosswalk. I waited for a car that was coming down the street, but to my surprise the driver stopped for me. That was nice enough in itself, but even better was the real reason. She’d noticed a large pickup parked along the side of the street, ready to pull out into the street behind her—and possibly right into me.
I waved at the nice driver as she passed me. Then the driver of the pickup pulled up next to me and rolled down his window. He had a bushy white beard, little round glasses, and a big smile, sort of like Santa Claus with a large truck. “She’s a good driver,” Pickup Santa yelled. “She was keeping you safe.”
Nice, right?