The Required Amount at the Prescribed Rate (Handcrafted From the Finest Corinthian Leather)
Yikes
Last Wednesday, I drove all the way from New Brunswick to Highland Park with my car door open . . . this is partly because my Jeep is so loud and porous that it doesn't sound any different if the door is open or closed, and partly because whenever I get any time alone, I recede deeply into my thoughts . . . and I must have noticed something odd, but when I looked over my left shoulder to see if the window was open on the driver side passenger door, because I didn't see a half-open window, I assumed that it was closed, but in reality, I was actually looking at air and thinking it was a closed window, and so I drove right across the Albany Street Bridge with my door jutting out at a 45 degree angle-- as Jeep doors lock into place at this angle-- and it's something of a miracle that the door didn't strike another car, as the bridge is narrow (although I guess people were giving me a wide berth as they thought I was insane, and now I know why that guy beeped at me . . . I thought he was an asshole).
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In light of all your sentences with a similar theme, did you ever consider that perhaps you really are insane?
insane people walk around in frayed bathrobes . . .
at what point are old people in new jersey required to retake the driving test?
never.
The only reason my89 year old grandma isn't still driving around nj is because she realized it was unsafe and didn't renew her license.
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