Dear idiot with a Microsoft parking pass,
While we spent our hours together this evening on top of Snoqualmie Pass, I felt a bond of the beset between us.
You and I had waved while wandering the pavement, waiting for traffic to move and free us from our sunny bond.
When everyone skittered to vehicles and began to move over to the right, you saw your chance. Surely the fates favored you, leaving an open lane off the mountain! I gestured as you moved to pass me; momentarily, you lifted your gaze to your mirrors and saw in waning seconds an opportunity to do the right thing. That you did so is to your credit. Next time, when everyone else on the roadway is suddenly moving to get back into vehicles and moving them to the right, perhaps you could look around and see what all the fuss is about.
