The other day in the local paper there was an article about the increase in carjackings in my area. I read it over, looking for some kind of proof, but all that was there was information about how to avoid being car-mugged. I kinda ignored it because I spoke with a cop a few weeks ago and he told me that the only real danger in my area is gang members who are targeting the local CVS.
Who tags a drug store?
But Tuesday night my parents return from their jaunt in Vegas and I had to pick them up quite late. Like, almost the next morning late. When GPOM sent me on my way, he told me to be careful, because, "It's been raining and no-one in this town knows how to drive."
How sweet, I thought, and went along my merry way. Yet, when I was driving home from my folks' place, his words came into my mind, and I drove the freeways to get home, which takes longer, rather than taking the side streets, which are much more efficient.
Now I've got someone who cares about my safety. I owe it to him to take better care of myself.
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