Where, I ask, when crazy old redneck guy thinks that he can use a check written out to someone else but endorsed by him at a gas station?
Through my nice naproxen daze, I had to ask my boyfriend if I was hearing things. Was that man really yelling at the clerk for that? Was I experiencing auditory hallucinations? Was he crazy or stupid?
And then boyfriend had to shush me through his giggling because I was asking those questions outloud.
And on a side note, hey guess what, newly entered college kids and your parents! Those crosswalks? That's where you cross the street. Not in the middle of traffic; as much as I want those twenty points for hitting you, I'm much more likely to get a court date and I am not okay with that. The grill on my car will not assist you safely to your destination.
Through my nice naproxen daze, I had to ask my boyfriend if I was hearing things. Was that man really yelling at the clerk for that? Was I experiencing auditory hallucinations? Was he crazy or stupid?
And then boyfriend had to shush me through his giggling because I was asking those questions outloud.
And on a side note, hey guess what, newly entered college kids and your parents! Those crosswalks? That's where you cross the street. Not in the middle of traffic; as much as I want those twenty points for hitting you, I'm much more likely to get a court date and I am not okay with that. The grill on my car will not assist you safely to your destination.

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