Driver ahead has precious cargo.
He’s creeping along the slow lane with a new mattress and box spring strapped to his little trailer.
Any other day, I’d whiz by without a second thought.
But not today.
My cargo’s precious, too… a top-heavy banana pudding, topped with meringue, perched precariously in the back seat.
So I fall in line and follow… slowly.
Some things were meant for the slow lane, and only fools try to hurry them.
Quality…
Safety…
Tenderness…
Taste…
Maturity…
Love…
These and more are rushed at your peril.
Try the slow lane today.
Your cargo’s worth it, too.
Sometimes, the slow lane is exactly where we need to be, or we will spoil the pudding. Blessings, Andy!
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