Moral Dilemma!

That's really sad, I've never seen a hearse before, well only an empty one, is that a good thing or a bad thing? I've actually never even been to a funeral. I know I would have to go one day, but I never considered that you would actually have to follow the hearse to the funeral parlour; I always thought you would just meet there like at a wedding.

But why now, I'm going to be late, now I'm starting to bite my nails, I'm driving at 18 mph, I honestly didn't know that hearses drive so slow - but I guess it wouldn't be good if the body gets bashed around a bit ' pang ' that feeling of guilt just punched me in the stomach. Why can't I control these thoughts? Get a grip girl, have some compassion for gods sake.

All the people in the cars following 'DAD' look quite old, so at least it's not a child, well the word 'DAD' gives that away ' duh! However in this day and age he could easily be as young as 13, more likely 16 though - oh stop being stupid! How long have I been stuck behind this thing now, at least 10 minute's. If I have to sit here any longer I'm going to go crazy.

Ah ha, the road ahead separates into two lanes for a bit; if I drive fast I can get past slow moving traffic before it merges back into one lane. I can feel my foot twitching on the accelerator pedal - it's now or never, a quick look in my rear view mirror to see what others are doing ' nothing, not moving, staying put ' dam!. Oh gosh, no one is going to go, no one wants to be the first, and well it's too late now anyway. So that confirms that - it's disrespectful to pass a hearse!

Another 10 minutes later¦

Nail has completely gone now, oh I'm going to be very late, ahhh, ok, a small duel lane road leads up to that roundabout ahead, I can't wait any longer, I usually do 50 along these roads, particularly here ' should I go? Erm, ok, right, poor guy, I do feel bad for his family, It could easily be me sat in one of those cars, or even in the hearse, Arghh just switch your brain off, what are you thinking, right make a decision, GO, I'm going, I'm moving, I'm starting to overtake, I'm still only doing 28 mph, I wouldn't dream of doing 30, that's too disrespectful. 'Shit' ' did I say that out loud, sorry! - No one else is moving out, it's me, all alone, the big bad heartless woman in the BMW. Ok just arch your back a bit, shrink a bit lower in your chair and put one of those half smiles on your face, to show some compassion. Ohhh I can feel the eyes of the 'alive' passengers looking at me as I pass, a quick look in my mirror, hurrah, someone else has pulled out, and another. Ok I'm just passing the hearse, I feel obliged to make a cross across my chest, but then they may thing I'm taking the mickey so instead I will just say out loud ' 'Rest in peace', there that was nice, so now I'm past it, I guess I can speed up a bit¦ cringing, no one else is, oh no - they are, ah ha, ok, foot down I'm gone¦

Gee I'm glad that's over, that was one hell of a moral dilemma!