A Royal Sight

I saw the King yesterday.  I was trying to get home from my Arabic lesson, only to find a police barricade preventing me from crossing the street.  I milled around for a few minutes, trying to figure out how to get home in time for work, when a shout in the crown signaled the King was coming.  He drove by in one of the many ridiculously nice sports cars, waving to the crowd.  I just saw his hand, his neck and his hairline, but I recognized him.   The woman next to me shook her toddler and coaxed him to look at the waving hand.  A few people clapped.  The car disappeared and people pushed through the barricade and practically trampled each other crossing street.