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I hafta deposit some checks.
I arrow off 5&20 into Bloomfield, and do the drop-boxes at the Bloomfield post-office. —I never mail from our mailbox, since I was told that mailboxes often get rifled.
After the post-office, I pass the Bloomfield branch of Canandaigua National Bank, and notice that three cars are clogging the drive-up.
So, into the CNB parking-lot, since going inside is minutes faster than idling for 10 minutes at the drive-up.
In-and-out in about three minutes; no one was inside but me.
I amble back outside, access the CR-V in the parking-lot, and a mad race is on to see who can get outta the parking-lot first.
Macho-man climbs into his navy F150, and another macho-man gets in his black Wagoneer.
STAND BACK! These guys are probably gonna back into my path.
Nope; I guess F150-man is dragging on a cigarette; and the backup lights wink on on the Wagoneer, but nobody moves.
So I start outta the CNB parking-lot, toward State Route 444, a main drag through Bloomfield (previously Holcomb).
But at the exit I see Granny approaching in a dark Corolla; angrily waving me out.
Well sorry Granny, but you’re being followed by a red Ford Ranger pickup, and it looks like he’s gonna pass ya to continue south on 444.
I can’t just boom-and-zoom and hit him broadside.
Sorry Granny, but I drove bus, and I don’t trust fevered waving no matter how agitated ya are.
There is such a thing as eying the big picture.
Labels: Driving insanity
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