I’m reblogging this for Fandango’s One Word Challenge which today is Choreography
Now Ballet IMO is choreography at its best and most graceful, which is what triggered the memory of this post and the wonderful coordinated maneuvers of vehicles in motion that day as I sat in the car.
Of course the latter part of this reblog is not quite so glamorous, but still worth a look I think.
A few years ago, I was sitting in the car waiting for Hubby to return from taking his mother to the bank. I witnessed the most beautiful car parking ballet which coincided with The Blue Danube playing on the radio. That day, everything was in perfect time, nothing was heated, and it was actually quite relaxing to watch.
Fast forward to today, and the supermarket car park was absolutely packed. Drivers were carving each other up as they battled over any vacated spot near the door, horns blaring and looks killing. It was therefore inevitable that somebody would hit somebody else.
And they did.
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