I went to the grocery store this morning, ho-hum, and was coming back home and everybody in the neighborhood was outside buzzing around and pointing and talking and stuff.
Maybe two minutes before I got home...A really old lady who lives two doors down from us pulled out of her driveway and mowed down our mailbox and Superman's mailbox and kept on going. Superman's wife was livid, she watched it happen from out in their yard, chased he car up the street on foot trying to get a tag number. Boy was she ever pissed. Leaving the scene of an accident.
No measurable harm, by the time I pulled back into the driveway from my short trip downtown the mailboxes were back up.....the kids propped them back up...yes, there ARE good kids here. But there should be some test for old folks driving. What if those mailboxes had been kids?
Maybe two minutes before I got home...A really old lady who lives two doors down from us pulled out of her driveway and mowed down our mailbox and Superman's mailbox and kept on going. Superman's wife was livid, she watched it happen from out in their yard, chased he car up the street on foot trying to get a tag number. Boy was she ever pissed. Leaving the scene of an accident.
No measurable harm, by the time I pulled back into the driveway from my short trip downtown the mailboxes were back up.....the kids propped them back up...yes, there ARE good kids here. But there should be some test for old folks driving. What if those mailboxes had been kids?
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