Hm. And hm again.Speaking of imprisonment, we had some snow last night. Not a lot, but some. It stopped around seven, so I assumed that I'd be able to drive on a major road when I got out of work at eight-thirty.
But no- this is Richmond. The road was still covered with snow, and my bald-tired truck and I had an adventure getting home. I could hear my dad sitting next to me: Hold it steady. Don't brake, downshift. Watch that moron fishtailing in the Civic. Turn the radio off, singing is a distraction.
I left the radio on, but we made it home alright anyhow.
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At least I know that moron fishtailing in the Civic wasn't me. This time.
Nope- green Civic, Indiana license plates, Republican bumper stickers. I got to follow it for a while; we weren't friends, exactly, but well acquainted.
Good times, good times with Richmondonians who can't drive in the snow.
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