Real stories from the streets

Today I was stopped at a redlight, as I sometimes do, and behind me was a Ford Expedition containing two female passengers. In my side-view mirror I noticed the driver's side door opening. An older woman -- probably in her late forties -- vacated the vehicle; this was at a very busy intersection. She dissapeared from sight toward the back of the car, and another woman appeared at the driver's side door. She was much younger than the first; the resemblance between the two lead me to believe they were mother and daughter. Each had the black hair and full cheekbones characteristic of those of Chinese descent. As the daughter climbed into the driver's seat our eyes met through my mirror. With a slight tilt of her head and a raise of her eyebrows, the daughter told me that she too, understood the irony of what had just occured.