Most of the time I have to be careful of my utterances while I'm driving. If I call somebody a numbnut, or something like that, a little voice from the backseat will be saying: What did you say Mommy? Who are you talking to? Since I have always lived or worked close to where I do now, I have had to cope with Hares Corner Intersection virtually every day of my driving life.
Tonight I missed the light. I was behind a truck, and could barely see the light had turned yellow, and decided not to go through in spite of the SUV hot on my tail. I sigh and mutter something about the guy in back of me being mad at me, Mayra pipes up with Who's mad at you? The man behind us.
Mayra had been amusing herself with a lame-o over priced fiber optic dinosaur flashlight from the dinosaur show, starts waving it at the other cars and said:
"I will handle this!"
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