A few days ago I was driving down the street behind a car which, as was warned by prominent display of rooftop sign, was being operated by a Student Driver… a sign which really wasn’t necessary, given the stammering mid-intersection braking and sideview-mirror clipping taking place all the way down the road, and I had this great idea that it’d be a real public service – a true exercise of civic duty – if other drivers could collectively contribute to driving lessons, by driving like raving lunatics around students, just to get them on their toes and on the lookout.
Lawyer Kraykowski’s Dancer
Gombrowicz, Witold
February 4th, 2008 · 2 Comments
How the World Was Saved
Lem, Stanislaw
July 11th, 2007 · 4 Comments
A delivery truck pulled out in front of me the other day, freshly deflowered by a graffiti artist who chose to express him- or herself by relaying the following, in big blue caps:
I LOVE SARAH, KINDA?
