Somewhere in a large parking lot, the supermarket, perhaps, or Wal-Mart.
I am pushing a cart, very zen.
Suddenly, I see a familiar car.
I stop, and pull something from my oversized bag.
"Volvo, 22H Y54?! Remember me? Subaru Forester? You blatantly cut me off by taking a left in front of me as I was taking a right from Quincy Ave to Faxon Park Road? Then you even MORE blatantly gave me the finger for no apparent reason?!!! Remember?? Well, I have really been hoping we'd meet again....."
2 comments:
This is a pretty special post
Mad. Love.
And fear. Fear that they will find you.
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