On my way to the gym yesterday morning, I got stuck behind a *very* slow driver. I mean 30 in a 45 kind of driver, in an old Toyota. Unfortunately, the roads around me are often only one lane each way and not configured for passing, so there wasn't much I could do about it. I wasn't late at least, just annoyed.
Finally, the car turns left at a light at which I am going straight. As I see the blinker go on, I think, oh boy. These people were on their way to the hospital.
Then I start to draw up level with the car as it's turning and I'm passing it, and I see that the passenger seat is occupied by a woman wearing very distinctive headgear. shitshitshitshitshit, it's a nun!
But it gets worse: over the left shoulder of the nun, just as my eyes flick off her and back to the road in front of me, I notice a familiar face next to her. The guy is in street clothes, but I've seen him every Sunday for the past few weeks and a couple of other times besides that as well. He subs occasionally at our church. Hi Father James: you seem like a decent guy, but may I please introduce you to the gas pedal?
So, to recap: I was mentally cussing out a car containing a priest and a nun who were on their way to the hospital, probably to visit the sick or for some other noble purpose! Somewhere, there's a lightning bolt with my name on it. ZAP.