What I observed

Six cars ahead of me, shifting in a simultaneous swerve motion from the left lane to the right, two teenagers setting off fireworks at a Rite Aid parking lot at 9:06 AM, a man in an elevator telling his friend a story about opportunity, having perhaps temporarily forgotten the difference between opportunity and opportunism: "When opportunism hits, you have to grab it," "It's not every day that opportunism hits," a silent but packed restaurant on the day of a convention for the deaf, a bouquet of carrots, parsnips and green garlic, a woman, in a sad attempt to appear charming and romanticize herself, telling a series of tales about her absent-mindedness.