And somebody shouted MacIntyre!
While I was driving from work this afternoon on the way to pick up my daughter, I noticed something clinging to my windshield. I immediately thought it was either a ticket (though I had no idea what I might have gotten a ticket for) or a note from someone who had dinged my car in the parking lot. I knew it hadn’t been there in the morning, since I’d had to scrape the ice off the car. I quickly became annoyed with the possibility that I had either gotten a ticket for no good reason, or that someone had left some as-yet undiscovered damage on my pretty blue car.
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