A lady – and I
am giving her the benefit of the doubt calling her that – nearly ran me over
this morning. I was crossing the street and she pulled up to and went right
through a red light, inches before I got to where she made a broad right turn.
It shook me so much that without thinking twice I ran after her and chased her
into a parking structure where she gave me the slip. I talked to the attendants
in the garage, described her as a woman with short blonde hair and driving a
white Lexus (I think). She nearly killed me, but the parking attendants didn’t seem
to care. Why should they? I’m sure their allegiance lies with cars and drivers.
That’s how they earn their livings after all.
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