Having just dropped off my car for service on its breaks, I began my walk to work.

It was a crisp morning, the type where a walk rests on the border of “Refreshing” and “It’s Too Cold for a Stroll.” A nice fifteen minute jaunt to work.  Brisk, but bearable, although well short of enjoyable.

Getting ready to cross a busy intersection, I spied something that saddened my soul.  My car.  My car, that I had just dropped off, driving by.  The mechanic testing its brakes or running a few errands, who knows.  Regardless, picking me up would have been nice.  Down right kind thing to do.  There it was, however, driving by.  Moving on without me.  Could have tested out the brakes, while dropping me off at work, you know.

A lonely tear slid down my face and froze against my chilled cheek.

So I toddled along sad and cold, a man in transit via foot, his auto being driven by another.  Not the way life should be.  Not right, at all.