SigAlert in black-and-white fur, with a happy ending
Driving through a hilly neighborhood the other day, I saw that four cars had stopped ahead of me, for no obvious reason.
It was a fairly quiet street, so why the backup?
Once the cars began to ease forward, I did too, and I saw what the drivers had all stopped for: a fat ol' skunk had been waddling with a slow, ungainly gait across the street. Once he or she had safely reached the other side, the cars, and the skunk, went on their way.
I'm sure some cynics would say the drivers just didn't want to hit the skunk and get their cars skunked with that smell. I like to credit Angeleno drivers, in whatever hurry they're in, with kinder intent than that.
-- Patt Morrison