So I'm driving down the highway to get the the grocery store (because Shaw's feels justified in charging nearly $5 a gallon for non-organic milk because we live on an island and are essentially a captive audience). I'm driving at a pretty good clip because I have to get the groceries and try to make one other stop before I have to pick up the Pumpkin at 2pm.
I realize there's something small moving on the road ahead of me, like a bag or a piece of plastic wiggling around in the breeze. When I get closer, I realize it's a family of ducks! Yep, Mrs. Mallard and her 10 little ducklings are trying to cross a major highway.
Now ducks are some of my favorite creatures on earth (yeah, me and Tony Soprano, go figure), and it would have absolutely killed me to hurt the little things. Thankfully, there was no one in the other lane and I swerved just in time to avoid them.
Luckily (and this may be the only time I feel lucky about such a thing), there's a State Trooper cruising along behind me. He sees what I swerved to avoid, stops, puts his lights on, and gets the rest of the cars to stop while the Mallard family crosses.
All right, so it's not Mike or Clancy in Louisburg Square, but it will do.