A chance encounter on the freeway.

So, I'm driving out to Stansbury yesterday to play a round of golf with my little brother. As I approached the Lake Point exit, I move over to pass a couple of cars. I look over that the first car and I swear Kat's driving. Since I can't pass the next car in time to get to the exit, I slow down and let the person that I assume is Kat, pass me again. Again I look over. That's gotta be Kat.

So, I pull in behind her and follow her off the exit. As soon as the off ramp splits into two lanes, I immediately move to the other lane and pull along side Kat. That's GOTTA be Kat. I look over and wave. She doesn't see me.

Traffic. Damn. I pull in behind her again, intent on making every effort to try to get her attention before I turn off to Stansbury. I pull along side again. I wave, I honk. She doesn't look over. More traffic. I pull up along side one last time. I pull out in front a little more, hoping she might catch me out of the corner of her eye. I look back and see the name tag hanging from the rear view.

KAT

Yep, I knew it. It HAD to be Kat. I honk and wave again, but to no avail. I would have followed, but my little brother was waiting at the golf course by himself.

Kat, my firend, you are one focused driver.