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Road Rage

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As I looked out the window I could Count the
telephone poles as we drove by. I had to count fast
though because, as my dad confessed himself, he drove
fast. I mean he seemed to drive faster than anyone else
and the other drivers were slow pokes. In fact, all the
other drivers had names and my dad knew them all.
For example there was “Stupid.” This guy, according to
dad’s explanation, “If he had a brain he would be
dangerous,” and probably paid someone off to get his
driver license. Then there was your “mother too”. This
is the guy that dad would glare at while passing him
doing ninety, swearing and wearing his meanest, ugly
look. If the guy said something in response that dad
didn't like, he turned and swerved toward him to scare
the bejeebies out of him. Yes, this was a day at work
with dad and we were going to our next stop.


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