For Wilshire Baptist Church
Sitting at a red light, the man behind me in the blue BMW beeped his horn as soon as the light turned green. Apparently, I wasn’t moving fast enough for him. He eventually zipped around me and raced ahead. I so wanted to scoot in behind him at the next light and provide him with the same guidance. But I didn’t. You never know the mental state of the person in the other car. More than that, I’m too old for these games. Or at least I should be.
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