crv priestess in the ferry line

Bellingham WA

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You were driving a Honda CRV exiting the ferry in Edmonds. I almost rear-ended someone thinking we caught eyes through the back window of my illegally-tinted Prius. I so badly wanted to pull over and talk to you but then convinced myself you wouldn’t give me the time of day so the already so miserable, rainy drive home to Bellingham was even more miserable with the thought that we may never encounter one another again. I pulled over at the rest area, it was closed. My bladder full, I jetted into the porta-potty at the RV dump. I buckled my belt to my wool trousers, stepped out of the outhouse, and saw your CRV one last time blazing water like angels wings off the sides of your silver compact SUV through the I-5 corridor.