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Dec. 2nd, 2010 06:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichToday, driving home from the dermatologist's (who has now referred me to the Eastern Virginia Medical School's version of "House"), I was followed by a flatbed tow truck. With a very smartly made-up woman driving it, and two - two - infant seats flanking her, with two tiny babies in them. Awwww....
Tow Truck drivers are NOT what they once were! (And I would rather mess with an old-fashioned cigarette-smoking Tough Guy Driver than a mother of twins. Yessireebob. Especially one who is still nursing and low on sleep.)
Anyway, my rearview mirror kept me grinning all through the traffic until she changed lanes and turned off. Her front end was at almost the same height as my window, so I could occasionally see a little fist wave in the air at a stop light.
Tow Truck drivers are NOT what they once were! (And I would rather mess with an old-fashioned cigarette-smoking Tough Guy Driver than a mother of twins. Yessireebob. Especially one who is still nursing and low on sleep.)
Anyway, my rearview mirror kept me grinning all through the traffic until she changed lanes and turned off. Her front end was at almost the same height as my window, so I could occasionally see a little fist wave in the air at a stop light.
