Still Stopping Traffic at Fifty-Six

I didn't think it was possible, but this ole gal's still got it. I may be packing a few extra pounds and sprouting enough silver to mint my own coins, but at 56 (I won't turn 57 until the end of next month), I still have the ability to stop traffic. 

Honestly. 

A sweet little chihuahua ambled out into the street tonight. Directly into the path of my SUV.  I slowed. He looked straight at me, and continued walking toward me. As I rolled to a complete stop, so did he--directly in front of me, where he worried something stuck to the pavement. 

Afraid I would scare him blindly into traffic, I contemplated exiting my SUV and scooping the little darling up, as I counted the four cars stopping  behind me. 

Before I could decide, he calmly turned and returned to his slightly larger friend, who had wisely stayed on the sidewalk.  

Amazingly, although it was end of the day rush hour, not a single car honked impatiently. 

I'm claiming this incident as proof of my ability to still stop traffic.