Witness to Change
I was a spectator to a fender-bender.
I was on the sidewalk when Barack Obama drove his car into another car.
The driver of the front car got out, unhurt but angry and ready to raise hell, though when she saw it was Obama she relaxed.
Obama explained that this was change, and that he keeps his eyes on the horizon rather than the car in front of him, and that he hoped she realized that sometimes you have to break a few eggs to make an omelette.
The girl was obviously pregnant; Obama generously offered to raise the child. She wondered how he would do so from Washington. She got into Obama's car and they sped off, driving a half-inch from the car in front of them...
So went a dream I had last night.