“I voted for Dubya!”

Downtown Honeoye Falls. (Google-Maps and the mighty MAC.)

We are headed toward Honeoye Falls Veterinary (Monday, January 26, 2009) on the other side of Honeoye Falls.
We are headed there with Scarlett (see below: “Paperless”) as a follow-up to our adventures yesterday.
“No way are them guys at Honeoye Falls Veterinary gonna let them guys at Veterinary Associates of Rochester skonk them,” my wife says.
We are headed west (see map) on Ontario St. (Route 65) toward the center of town.
We turn left on East St. toward the center of town.
A short distance thereafter, after crossing Honeoye Creek, we encounter the traffic-light at the center of town.
At that intersection Route 65 turns right onto N. Main St. (which becomes Clover St.), and left is onto the main drag through town.
Straight through goes to Monroe St., the street the vet is on (but not in the village, and therefore not on the map).
The light is green as we approach the intersection, and an opposing car is intending to turn left.
Suddenly the opposing car cuts right in front of me, turning left, and requiring me to slam on my brakes.
Sick or not the dog slides akimbo into the folded-up back seats of our Bathtub.
The car is a salt-laden black VW Rabbit, driven by Johnny Punk-Rocker, day-glo purple mohawk haircut, and long cigarette dangling limply out of his lips.
“Bring it on, baby,” I heard him scream out his rolled-down window, as he disappeared down the street.
He had the window down so he could give me the finger.

There was a Christian fish on his rear hatch.

“Dubya” is George W. Bush, our previous president; proclaimed by my siblings as “the greatest president of all time.”

“Honeoye Falls,” NY, is the nearest small village to the west near where we live, about five miles away.

“Scarlett” is our current dog; a rescue Irish-Setter. She’s three-plus, and is our sixth Irish-Setter.

My wife of 41+ years is “Linda;” like me a mocker.

The “Bathtub” is our 2005 Toyota Sienna van; called that because it’s white and like sitting in a bathtub.

RE: “There was a Christian fish on his rear hatch........” —All my siblings are tub-thumping born-again Christians.