On a glorious Sunday morning.
I had a woman on a cell phone, back out of her driveway on East Squantum st. forcing me up on a lawn.
I caught up to her at the next set of lights.
I leaned out my window and laid into her as if I caught Obama bin laden. ( her window was wide open )
She was 300# + , still had the phone pasted to her ear and a powdered donut in her other paw.
As I 'm
she went catatonic and drops the donut.
When done I look up, I'm across the street from a church with a bunch of people about to go in. ( some parents with their hands over children's ears )
All I could say was. . . . . "Sorry, pray for me."
It's been downhill ever since.