he walked up a long hill beside a line of whiny electric cars containing an adulthe assumed the parent and usually one child

      that child their issue into the future  their indelible stamp of having existed  for if not for them then no child

the line of cars moved slower than he walked 

they were making a right into the elementary school where a crossing guard was managing traffic in both directions and children crossing the parking lot apron

he made a habit of picking out one car several carsforty metres ahead

                                                                          he catches it passes it and sometimes watches it turning into the lot after hes dropped off his grandkids and is walking home

his displeasure with the lined up cars was nicely alleviated by an old bastard in a rusty V-8 GROWLING up on their rearsthreatening to be a bug up their ass its GRRRowl emasculating the electric carsexascerbating their detached thoughapparent agony  a proud stud striding among tepid geldings

his daughter knowingly once teased him Yaknow, Dadu, the next car you buy you probably won’t have to drive; it’ll drive itself.

he smiled  amused

                     then asked her  Wha next car

0748,  Twosday,  11  2. 20

1449,  Saturday,  8  8. 20