disturbances

it's 7am. I am walking the dogs out into a morning that is for now still cool, but already very sunny.

we walk around the front of the building, pausing at every bush and frond of decorative landscaping. there's nobody else around so early on a Friday. 

until

the noise of a car's engine--loud, revving, blaring, somewhere out of sight, so I imagine it's a work truck or some other heavy machinery (they were repaving the church lot next door the other day, after all)--

but then a bright blue sportscar, with a set of black racing stripes, rolls slowly through the parking lot and out into the street.

I can't help but gape in annoyed astonishment at the driver and his friend. it's 7am.

but perhaps it's unfair of me to conclude that this young man with a bright blue sports car is a jerkface.