Sad shades of purple

There’s nothing more terrible than getting lost. What’s even worse is getting lost when you are the lead car of a caravan.

I was walking down Florida Avenue this weekend when I noticed a long string of cars ignore the red light and plow through a busy intersection. The front car had a flashing purple light attached to the hood, and for a moment I thought it was a gay right’s parade gone lazy (hey, heels are tough after a mile!).

Instead it was a colorful funeral en route to the cemetery or funeral home.

Naturally I felt sad for the person that had passed and his or her family. However, this period of reflection and pensiveness was soon replaced by mild amusement when the entire caravan made a big U-turn and headed back down Florida.

The driver of the lead car eventually pulled over, got out of his flashy fairy-mobile, and began to say one or two unpleasant words to some poor sap on his cell phone. I had a feeling they were not arguing about the hearse’s décor.

How humiliating … especially since lavender isn’t even a winter color …