My husband will be winging his way across the country for a quick, two day business trip. Again. Sigh.

I am glad he isn't travelling to Asia anymore, and that his trips are usually jaunts to New York area or the Midwest, but I still don't like surprise trips (we found out yesterday, and he's on the plane tomorrow.)

Anyway, I decided to run to Target, where we should just turn the paycheck over and move on in, to replace some of the toiletries he'll need. When I was leaving the store, I walked out at the same time as a burly, tatooed, handlebar mustache sporting, leather wearing biker dude. On my other side was a woman dressed very professionally, with a young baby in the cart. I let the two of them exit in front of me, and watched as they went to the parking lot where their almost identical SUVs were parked side by side.

I walked to my van, got everyone loaded, and as I waited to exit the parking lot, I found myself sandwiched between the two SUVs. We all turned right, and as we waited at the next light, the driver's side door of the SUV in front of me burst open, and the driver ran into the oncoming traffic to rescue a tiny kitten that had wandered into the road.

As I sat transfixed on the kitten rescue, the driver behind me started laying on the horn and yelling obscenities, while making rude gestures out the window. Can you guess which driver was which?

That's right, the biker rescued the kitten, while the professional looking woman with the baby in the car behind me ranted and flipped him the bird. I can only imagine what her deal was, but it just goes to show you, you know?

**edited to say: what? What was I trying to say here? What goes to show what exactly? Yeah, draw your own conclusions about this little tableau, 'cause. We good?