Trapped

I went to the BMV yesterday to renew my driver's license. Some psycho woman was in line behind me and insisted on repeating the same phrases: "I didn't get my tags, did you?" I tried the polite smile and the minimal answer. It didn't work. "Are you sure we're in the right line?" (I'm very unclear about when she and I became a "we.")

I seem to attract these people. When I'm on an airplane, the stranger next to me ignores my obvious obsession with the crossword puzzle or my book. He or she feels the need to tell me about the job and the kids. Great! Good for you! Get your elbow off the armrest and we'll get along fine.

I used to think living with the oldies was a trap. I see the situation differently now.

A few times in my life what I viewed as a trap turned out to be a safety net.