trafficator
[ traf-i-key-ter ]
noun
- a directional signal on a vehicle for indicating which way it is going to turn.
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“What in the world is wrong with this guy?” Jim asked. “He hasn’t signaled once since we’ve been behind him.”
“He’s probably just nothing thinking about it.” Leslie said. “It’s a long drive. He’s probably zoned out and not worried about turn signals.”
“That’s even worse. Not only is he not telling us when he’s turning, but he’s not paying attention to where he’s going. That’s a recipe for disaster if I ever saw one.”
“It’s just a thought.”
“Hey Dad, maybe he’s a spy and doesn’t want us to know where he’s going so we don’t follow him.” Dan chimed in from the back seat. The boy had only just outgrown his booster seat and was twisting this way and that. Probably to get a better look at the car in front of them.
“A spy, huh?” Jim asked, cracking a smile. Frustration over a bad driver just could not win against his son’s enthusiasm.
“Yeah! Like James Bond!” He then began to hum the Mission Impossible theme song.
“Wrong theme there, buddy.” Jim said with a light laugh. “But I’ll keep it in mind. If his car sprouts a few extra tubes, I’ll be ready.”
“I still don’t think it was a good idea to show him those movies. They’re so violent.” Leslie said quietly.
“It’s the era of the internet. He’s probably seen worse than a few bloodless gunshots by now.” Jim said equally quietly. “Besides, look at him. Can you really say it was all that bad?”
Leslie looked over her shoulder at their son. The boy beamed as he thought about the Hollywood version of spies. He reached around for his tablet and opened a drawing program. There, he started illustrating what would no doubt become the next big spy thriller. Well, as much as a child his age ever could anyway.
“I suppose it’s fine for now.” Leslie said, seeing her son engaged in creative pursuits instead of just watching some mindless video. “Just keep it to a minimum in the future for now, okay?”
“Fine, fine. In all honestly though, I almost wish this guy was a spy. That would at least give him an excuse for being so inconsiderate and potentially dangerous.”
The driver in front of them began slowing down, seemingly at random, before turning off onto a tiny side street. All without signalling once.
“See that? If I hadn’t been paying attention, I would’ve slammed right into the guy. And he probably would’ve blamed me too.”
“Well it doesn’t matter now. He’s gone, so you shouldn’t let it bother you anymore.”
“Aw, so we don’t get to see his cool spy car do stuff?” Dan asked.
“No, sorry, buddy. He’s off to some secret compound to save the world. That’s no place for normal people like us.”
“Maybe I’ll be a spy when I grow up and meet him and find out.”
“That’ll take a lot of work to be a spy, buddy.” Jim said with a grin. “But I’m sure you’ll be a great one when you do.”
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Just a little something for today. Nothing big or impressive, but there's nothing wrong with the small stories in life.
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