Two views

A minivan is parked on the side of the road, hazards flashing. The driver, a man, visibly irked, stands outside the vehicle. Something is on the road. Something small. Still rolling. The man is looking both ways, waiting. No other cars are coming, just mine. He is waiting for me to pass. Whatever it is, wobbling now toward a stop. I slow, ease across the double yellow line. It’s a Mr. Potato Head. Wobble. Wobble. The man is uneasy, embarrassed. Why? Well, yeah, okay. I drive by, trying not to smirk. Mr. Potato Head is face up on the road, smiling. The man is not.