An Ordinary Crucifixion – No. 6

On Duquesne Boulevard, in heavy morning traffic, on my way to work, there were two pickup trucks side-by-side at a traffic light. I was one car behind the one in the center lane, and the other was in the left lane. A woman stepped out of the passenger’s door of the truck on the left. She looked to be in her early 40s, with a bleached blond mullet and tight acid-washed jeans. She walked over to the other truck’s driver’s side window and started talking. I couldn’t hear what was being said. She started to walk around to get in the passenger’s side door of the truck on the right, leaving the door open on the truck which she had left. At that point I could hear some yelling, but still couldn’t tell what was being said. As she was standing between the two trucks, the light turned green. The truck in the center lane drove off. We started moving. The woman was still exchanging words with the driver of the truck in the left lane through the open passenger’s side door. They were paralyzing the left lane of Fort Duquesne Boulevard, in morning rush hour traffic. The driver of the BMW 750i immediately behind the remaining truck looked extremely irritated, but didn’t say shit. Nobody laid on their horn. In my rearview mirror, I looked back at the event, and saw her get back into the truck through the door she had exited when the event started. They moved through the intersection, only to get stuck at the next light beside the same truck.