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Long time ago in Texas, leaving a shopping mall, the exit sloped up hill. I was sitting there and the woman in front of me kept slipping backwards. I honked. She slipped more, I honked. Finally, she slides back into me.
She then claims I hit her. Fortunately, I had someone in the car with me. But she was pissed off that I honked at her. I think she thought I was trying to get her to go. I was warning her that she was about to hit me.
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James
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the engineer adjusts the sails.- William Arthur Ward (1921-1994)
Red-beard for President, 2020
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