It happened at a street light. The car was stopped. The little red oven-mitt was waving at us, and the faceless dude who brings unending joy to impatient pedestrians who sneer at the cars as they jog in place was illuminating the road sign for the crosswalk directly in front. I watched, peering out from my tinted window to see who it was who was about to cross. But when my eyes scanned in that direction, something else caught my eye.
A girl was walking to work.
She was dressed in the sorta outfit that the employees at McDonald's wear. But that's not what caught my eye. Her eyes wear transfixed--totally, 100% transfixed--on a book.
A book!
First of all, that is something that I would do. Secondly, to be frank, I was getting a little concerned. I mean, this lady was strolling pell-mell into into the street with her nose stuck in a paper back. And even though the light was on her side, I sill felt that impulse to yell with my hands and face squashed against the glass:
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!--Mhppp. Ugh, aren't we ever gonna get the windows cleaned up??"
Luckily, she did flick her eyes up long enough to see that the light-dewd had was beginning to switch for her, and she stopped.
...And then she went back to her book. The other woman gave her a sideways glance. I was curious. What, what kind of literature in this zany world could possibly capture and chain down this girl's attention? So much so that she had to drop everything just to eat up its words. I strained to catch the words on the cover. What I saw gave me one of the most wonderful feelings I have ever felt. I won't even try to explain. Words in this universe can't describe what I jumped in me when I made out the letters:
H-O-L-Y B-I-B-L-E
She was Crosswalking.
-Plink.
