Hotrodder In a Red Camaro
The guy was parked at his mailbox
in a red hot rod of a Camero kind of a car
Joe began steering around him
The Camero almost hit us
HEY! I Yelled.
The Camero stopped.
Driver changed the direction and hot rodded down the road.
I did not think we would ever see him again.
We ended up at the Dollar store where Camero was parked.
Young guy at register buying a liter of Coke could not look at me.
This is kind of like living in a small town, I thought.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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