Talk With the Hand

When I am the benevolent ruler of the world to all (except to the few who have done me wrong for they will suffer by being duct taped to a chair naked and forced to listen to an endless loop of Rick Astley, Yanni and Kenny G), I will mandate the use of thank you waves when people let you cut in front of them in traffic. For there is nothing more annoying than kindly allowing a person to enter traffic in front of you only to have them drive away without so much as a wave.

Personally, I roll down my window to ensure that the wave is seen. The back windows of my car are tinted so I don't want to chance that my wave goes unnoticed.

I must feel so strongly about this small act of gratitude, because I actually dreamed about it the other night. I dreamt that I let some in and they gave me a wave and when I waved back they actually gave me another with a rotation of the wrist and pointed their index finger back at me as if to say "right back atchya."

I have no idea what this means. But I felt such a sense of satisfaction. Hand gestures of gratitude will definitely be one of my first executive orders.