RAPID FIRE

During an extremely long

and warm spell

San Diego

was finally beginning

to wear down just a tad

Something that is probably more apparent elsewhere, where heat and humidity are more of a factor, sprouted unexpectedly deep into a hot afternoon while on my bus.  While winding around a gentle bend in a residential neighborhood, where the street allows speeds of 35 mph, both front windshields of the bus were met with three different explosions in all of a second.  Not having my wipers on at the time, and having my vision obscured for a moment, it took me a few seconds to process what had just occurred.  It was only after noticing balloon ‘shrapnel’ hanging off one of the wipers did I realize that we were under ‘assault’.  The ordnance had apparently had been projected out from behind the parked cars that lined the street.  I never saw any of the ‘assailants’, but it was, a well coordinated attack.  I truly appreciated the efforts that went into the planning.

After finishing the route, taking my break, and heading back in the opposite direction, I came to the bus stop directly across the street from where the assault had occurred.  It was only now that I witnessed a full-blown battle underway, where two groups from adjacent houses were pummeling each other with both water balloons and hoses.  While stopped across the street, I honked my horn enough times to get everyone’s attention, and with that had, gave them a thumbs up and wave, whereupon they all let out a cheer that their ‘operation’ had been both a success, and was well-appreciated.

Sometimes its great to be the focus of so much attention, and, as a bonus, get my windshields cleaned.