Yesterday morning, I was driving out to Wellesley to meet my parents and sister for breakfast to celebrate my mother's birthday. Just off of 128 onto Route 16, five or six cars in front of me locked up their brakes and scattered all over the road. They all inched their way through, and low and behold the culprit: a turtle trying to cross the road from one embankment of the river to another.
No one seemed intent on stopping (hmmm...running late to church?), so I pulled over, waved down an approaching car, ran into the middle of the intersection, picked up the turtle and ran him (or her) over to the other side. What did I get for my troubles? Well, he actually hissed at me, then comically pulled in all four legs and his head like a cartoon. A station wagon full of kids cheered me on.
Needless to say, I was late for breakfast, but I'm sure "I was rescuing a turtle" was a new one for my parents!
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