The scene I saw while walking this morning:
Driving west down Cross, a large red pick-up truck, the driver honking the horn repeatedly. Three people in the cab, all of them waving their arms out the windows. They speed up. They are trying to catch a dark colored station wagon (a Subaru, I believe) in front of them. It appears that there is a purse or some other sort of bag on the roof of the station wagon on the driverâ€™s side.
The scene (I presume) for the people in the red pick-up:
â€œCatch â€˜em, catch â€˜em, Earl! That crazy woman left her purse on the roof!â€?
â€œThatâ€™s gonna be a big mess when it falls….â€?
â€œCan you imagine leaving it up there? I hope they donâ€™t have a baby.â€?
â€œIâ€™ll speed up.â€?
The scene (I presume) for the people in the station wagon:
â€œWhat are those people doing back there?â€?
â€œI donâ€™t know, but I sure as heck am not stopping for them. Letâ€™s get outta here!â€?