The trolly was, I don't know...just sort of plastic-like and weird. I stepped out onto the street after my experience in the market, opened my gum and was having a pleasant chew when I heard a rumbling. Down the street I saw a tank coming towards me. This poor guy in a car (not one of the plastic ones I had seen) was signaling, waiting to make a left turn.
Doggone if this tank kept on coming. It just ran over the guy's car! Then it rumbled past.
Shocked, I turned to the guy I had seen wearing a shoulder holster in front of me at the market cashier. He shrugged his shoulders. "You don't turn left in this town..." he said. "No one does - ever." He said, and walked casually down the block.
It's always something...
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