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My husband will wave to anyone whenever he drives. Waving, he
says, is an act of goodwill -- one that makes the grumpiest
person feel a little better.
Driven by ___1___
sense of neighborliness, my husband and I wave whenever a car
passes by. Some passing motorists give us a big smile and ___2___
as if we have known one another all our lives. Others respond
tentatively, moving their hands only slightly. A few whom I've
waved at toot their horn in response. Some even flash their
headlights in recognition of my wave. There are also people whom
I hardly ___3___
who wave at me. Perhaps they have seen my care before or they ___4___
the art of waving too. There is a particular white Proton that I
come ___5___
every day on my way to work. It started with a nod of heads ___6___
we meet at the bridge. Then, I started waving to him and now, we
are regular wavers.
The other day, I was parking my car when a familiar car ___7___
the parking lot next to mine. A gentleman came out of the car,
smiling tentatively at me. I instantly recognized him as the
white Proton man. "How are you ?" he asked as one of my sons got
out of the car. "This little one is getting taller. Is he in
Form Three already ?" We actually chatted for more than five
minutes. The funny thing is, I still don't know his name. |
