I drove most of the way home Tuesday behind a plodding late-model silver Lexus with a license plate that read "Tin Tin." It was one of the models that sometimes gets out of the factory with no functional directional as all the while I was behind her/him through two four-way stop intersections (and one that wasn't but we made it into one anyway), three left turns and two right ones, not a single blink was harmed or used.
At first, I thought it was because the driver didn't want the sound of the directional to awaken Snowy but I was forced to concede in all likelihood there was no dog unless hair of the dog counted and for that, I saw no evidence.
Not sure where they learn to drive without acknowledging other motorists on the road (or pedestrians on the sidewalk for that matter) but if the license had been issued in Borduria or were from Syldavia, I wouldn't have been a bit surprised, especially since the two backseat passengers vaguely resembled Professor Calculus and Captain Haddock.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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