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Clink, Clink, Clink. The sound of the green light flashing is indicating the orange blinker is hard at work outside of the white S-10. As my boyfriend and I sit at the never ending red light, the universal color for death, but in this case it stands for boredom and dullness, I admire the line of flashing orange lights on the opposing side of the industrious road. Clink, Clink, Clink.
I start to stare at the first car in the line, a recently bought smoke-gray Ford Taurus. I know the car was recently bought due to the colorful price written on the front windshield. This vehicle's blinker appears to blink quicker than the others in the line. Clink-ink, Clink-ink, Clink-ink. The driver of the car could be a paranoid and "high-strung" type of person. The driver could be the type of person who has to get everything done on time without delay and always in a hurry to finish the tasks they started. This appeals to me because the car is new and any person would be in a rush to go home and show off the new car to their friends and family.
The second car, a beige Toyota, I am not sure what year, has a slower blinker pace. Clink, pause, Clink pause, Clink, pause. The driver of this vehicle seems as if they are falling asleep at the wheel, slow moving, and procrastinate. I bet the driver is late going home to eat dinner with his/her family. It could also be an older person, like a grandma that rides twenty-five miles an hour down an expressway. The dull color of the beige that belongs to the car gives the impression of the elderliness and slow pace. The procrastinating assumption comes from the slow pace of the car.
As I continue to glare down the line of cars, that seems to be growing, I compare the condition of the blinkers. Some are bright, shiny, orange lights and others have a dimmer, dusty old attic look with dust particles suctioned to the plastic. One particular blinker stands out and the car stands out in the same way. The figure is a blue, ragged, touchless, piece of junk. I cannot even tell what type of vehicle is under the dirt and grime. What appeals to me first is the blinker. It is not the same orange-yellow color of most blinkers; this blinker has more of a dark orange-red color. As I gaze carefully, I notice the blinker has tape over busted plastic. I start looking towards the upper body of the vehicle and notice the shattered windshield that looks as if someone tried to shoot the glass, I cannot help but to think about the aspect of the driver of the car. The driver could be one of those people who lived in a trashed house with grass two feet long, a busted door, and red clay in the yard instead of green grass. Then the owner is looked at as if he/she does not care about their property and earn and spend money for any reason other than taking care of their property.
Finally, after a major analyzing phase, the light turns the excelling color of green. I keep my eyes on the ragged piece of junk until it zooms out of sight. As we arrive to our destination, I see another blue, ragged, piece of junk car. I soon realize that the two blue vehicles were the same two vehicles. As I keep my eyes on the car to see if my assumption about the owner or driver is true, the door opens and I see a nice hunter green business suit with high-heels step out of the car. Shocked, I consider my thoughts, and slowly sink into my seat with a sense of guilt and my head falling below the windowsill of my car.
Now, before I make assumptions about people and their property, I keep my opinions deep inside until I know they are true. It is an embarrassing thought to think of how you know you could have been wrong about someone or something because they turn out totally different from who or what they really are. So overall-always consider ones thoughts.
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