Holler, Holler

I was driving to work this morning. There was traffic on the highway. I was reading in the traffic. We were all puttering along. An old man puttered beside me. The old man's window was down. Atop his head was a bucket hat. He yelled, "Hey." I stopped reading. My head turned to see the old man. He was grinning. Or scowling. His mouth was full of corn kernels. They were playing teeth.