I followed The Vigilante's advice this afternoon. We drove into the main post office's parking lot and Richie paused to let another person back out. Whip! Some woman in a grey sedan flew past him, very nearly taking off his left rear view mirror. Incensed, he gave her a honk. Then she pulled up in front of us next to the drop-in mail box and began fumbling through stuff on her front seat for whatever she was going to mail.
Down came my window and out of it came my stentorian roar: "BE PREPARED, BITCH!" and another honk for good measure. Nervously I turned and looked at Richie -- he always figures he's going to have to pay for my actions - but this time he was laughing out loud.
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