Teenagers play in traffic
I almost sacrifice one lamb
on the altar of social media
I’m heading to a week-long writing retreat and something odd happened on the way. I was on I-95 in the middle of South Carolina, nice clear highway ahead except for a car which had just pulled over under an overpass. I see two people emerge from the car but they’re well on the shoulder so it’s no big deal.
Then they both run into the travel lanes as though they’re going to cross the highway! I slow to give them plenty of time and curse their stupidity but instead of heading into the median, they start running directly for my car which is still traveling at highway speeds.
Fortunately, the cars behind me are well behind me so I swerve into the left lane but one of the kids, as I can now determine they’re teenage boys, jukes right, as if we were playing American football and he was trying to fake me, a one-ton linebacker.
I get on the shoulder, feel the rumble strip shake, and as I fly past him, maybe an arm’s length away, he’s smiling like it’s a fun game.
In the rear view mirror I see the trailing cars slowing and swerving while the boys prance along the interstate.
My best guess, and this is only a guess, is that they had a comrade on the overpass recording the event to post for likes and shares on whatever social media the kids are frequenting these days.