This morning was Darby's first altar serving duty at church, and she was very nervous about it, especially considering what happened at her piano recital yesterday. I was amused by the fact that they gave a nervous rookie a flaming stick. Okay, it was a candle, but still, they gave her something that was on fire, and that had the potential to cause damage if she wasn't careful. Fortunately she did fine, and no church-goers were harmed in the making of that experience.
The otherwise uneventful day was interrupted by a solitary noteable event (aside from the Eagles actually winning), a crazy teenaged driver.
I was driving on a residential street, going the speed limit (25mph), when I was passed by an impatient young woman that then ran a stop sign. After I stopped at the stop sign, I pulled up to a guy standing in his driveway, and asked if he saw her run the stop sign. He confirmed what I saw.
In the meantime, she actually pulled into a nearby driveway, so I pulled up to the driveway as she got out of the car, rolled down my window, and simply asked if she realized that she ran a stop sign. Her reaction? She flipped me off and went in the house.
Had Shelby not been with me, I would have put the car in park, knocked on the door, and asked to see the flipper-offer's parents. Instead, I went on my way to my destination. I have more to say about the matter, but I'm realizing that it's not worth further effort.
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