A Quiet Morning. Except...

Sunday. Day of rest. Peaceful. I can hear my neighbors doing their neighbor-y stuff: hosing off the drive way, walking the dog, trimming the shrubs, playing b-ball with the kids. Then suddenly, there it is...someone comes flying down the street, ignores the warning sign, and hits the speed bump in front of my house. It's a loud, metallic and rubber, you're-going-to-pay-dearly-for-this kind of noise. I'm not proud of how funny we all think it is. But come on. It's like seeing someone trip and fall down. Of course you know they're embarrassed and possibly hurt. But still, it wasn't you who fell, so it's pretty funny.

Then it's over; the moment has passed. Back to the peace of a quiet neighborhood. Lovely. And good to know it won't be long before someone else comes flying down the street...