I made a late night ice cream run the other night. I'm not proud. But there are days when nothing but a dish of Rocky Road will do. However, the drive to the store ended up being a bit more eventful than I planned.
I saw what looked to be a possum underneath a car on the street. Now in my town of Brookfield we have lots of possums, raccoons and such. And we also park on both sides of residential streets. So you have to drive cautiously at night so not to knock off a side mirror or squish a critter.
When I saw the "possum" I slowed the minivan down. Very, very slow. I was curious as to what kind of possumy things the animal was planning to do. Ever so slowly I drove. Hunched over the wheel with my face as close to the windshield as I could. Middle aged eyes, squinting in the night to get a good view. The possum had stopped moving so I flashed my brights on and off a few times to try and get it to hustle.
It was when I shined my brights on the possum the third time that I realized it was not a possum at all. It was my neighbor's white, tennis shoes back lit by her landscape lighting as she stood by her car. She was staring at me open mouthed. Trying to figure out why the hell I was hunched in my seat glaring at her feet and flashing my brights on and off at her.
So I just straightened up, waved, and hit the gas.