Psycho. Passed me, full-throttle, on a double-lined, residential street with heavy oncoming traffic. And then, about a tenth of a mile later, turned into his (or her?) driveway. I guess he had to get the ice cream into the freezer, pronto . . .
I knew a person--father, husband wonderful man--who was killed on this very stretch of road in a car accident. Whoever drives this white BMW is a yahoo who thinks cars are toys and others' lives are meaningless.
Psycho. Passed me, full-throttle, on a double-lined, residential street with heavy oncoming traffic. And then, about a tenth of a mile later, turned into his (or her?) driveway. I guess he had to get the ice cream into the freezer, pronto . . .
I knew a person--father, husband wonderful man--who was killed on this very stretch of road in a car accident. Whoever drives this white BMW is a yahoo who thinks cars are toys and others' lives are meaningless.