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September 29, 2004-5:33 a.m. Yesterday morning on the way to work, I was zipping along the highway in Farmersville--I say highway but it's not one of those massive cement thoroughfares. All of a sudden an old man on a scooter jets across the road. In rush hour traffic. When the average speed is 50 mph. He was riding one of those scooters that you sometimes see senior citizens riding. It had an orange flag attached to the back of it like people used to put on their kids' bicycles back in the day. On the back of the seat he had one of those orange reflective triangles like you see on the back of horse-drawn buggies that travel the highways. He was also smoking a pipe. I bet I know what was in that pipe. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
