Unhelpful

Today, during my commute, I left the main road to obtain some fast food feed. On the way back to the highway, there’s a “Christian book store”.

So there I am, going about 25mph on a back road when all of a sudden this huge white Lincoln Towncar barrels down a road that crosses the one I’m on. It’s coming at me, no intention of stopping, apparently. Collision at about 40mph or so to the driver’s side of my car might not be something I’d get a chance to tell anyone about. I hit the gas just in time - it missed me by about a foot or two, I think.

This was traumatic, but as I was on time and not early, I didn’t have time to confront the woman who prissily exited her boat of a car. The thing that gets me is that this is extremely similar to an incident I had in this same place on a different day. This leads me to the inevitable question:

Was there some sort of THEOLOGICAL EMERGENCY? Why the hell are people driving to a “Christian book store” as if they didn’t care if they got there dead or alive?

I didn’t kill her, I sent her to a “better place”.