Personal Narrative: Changing Perspectives

Changing Perspectives

Very few things deserve the time you thought they did anymore. In a world of ever-changing ideals, moral compasses and economies; the world never slows down. Even in a small town community like Mineola, we can see the constant hurry of the outside world creeping in. This effect has cause a chain reaction of sorts that has even the youngest of citizens moving in a frantic pace.

As I waited in the morning carline to drop off my grandkids, I took notice of a fine looking Shelby Mustang. This was not a classic car, certainly not a 1969 Shelby, but it was a mighty fine looking car with the cascading blinker from that 80s show Knightrider. If you can imagine, this car would be a tremendous teenage dream.

This Shelby dropped off a student at the middle school, turned on the cascading blinker, and began to inch itself over into the next lane. This can usually be a tight spot to maneuver, but the Shelby decided that it was an absolute must to get out of that carline. The Shelby revved the engine, inched closer to the connecting lane, swerved back into the other lane and then finally managed to cut off a 4x4 Dodge Ram. As the Shelby moved forward, thinking that she had escaped the dreaded carline, it reached the primary school crosswalk and stopped abruptly to allow parents and children to cross.

I watched in somewhat disbelief as the Dodge Ram rolled up right next to the Shelby and as the crosswalk cleared, the Dodge and the Shelby drove off at the same time.