this morning #216.

this morning, the chances were a million-to-one that he’d flip off a cop by the end of the day. only a fool would have taken those odds. breath-holding was his olympic sport. tranquility was a time-honored tradition. he pulled into the church parking lot before anyone else had arrived & was soon down in the basement sorting clothes & canned goods, with billy joel on his ipod & a skip in his step. after an hour, he ran out to his car to get some paperwork. as he approached it, he saw his keys right where he had left them - in the ignition. as he jerked at the door handle in frustration, a cop car rolled past slowly AGAIN. they knew him. knew he wasn’t breaking into cars…& out came the bird.