Rush hour around here begins after supper.
Hank is the first to speed down the path to the back 40,
with George, Alan and Lucy following too closely behind him.
Traffic flows smoothly until Hank makes an abrupt stop to talk to the lady with the camera.
George: Use your signals, why don't you?
George: I hate the way he drives.
Hank: I hate the way they tailgate.
Traffic is bumper to bumper but moving steadily...
...until the big guy brakes again.
George: Oh, for cryin' out loud. MOVE IT!
Lucy: I hope the cops don't catch me driving on the shoulder.
George: He's swerving all over the place!
Alan: Stay in your lane!
Hank: Hrrmph. Bunch of backseat drivers. What do they know?
So the pictures aren't that great and neither is the commentary. For the funny part of this post, you have to imagine the lady with the camera sprinting down the path as fast as her short legs will carry her to get in front of the procession, then turning around, catching her breath, snapping a few shots, then sprinting down the path again, turning around, snapping a few shots, etc., all the while muttering under her breath, "I'm so glad nobody is watching this."