To the Editor:

I’m finally over the shock of encountering Huron’s version of Mad Max. He drives a white pickup truck and let me count the violations you committed.

Out you come, from Coborn’s you carelessly and recklessly head east on 21st Street - to I hoped your final destination the cemetery of your choice. I know factually that first you did not signal before cutting me off in the left lane. You should have legally entered the right lane, then cut me off going the legal speed limit, 35. Instead, you meander into the left lane at a whopping 25 mph. I made the mistake of staying behind for my left-hand turn on Frank but thought thank God he’s done being a nuisance to the driving public and is gone.

To my horror, at the last possible second he actually signals turning left. I turn left after signaling, honk and inquire where he got his license.

His female passenger, who I can only assume is his bound and gagged wife, gives me a concerned look - he’s indeed Mad Max. He removes a bloody tissue from his nose, throwing it out and littering. He then has the nerve to call me a moron, before speeding off…in reverse. I guess he thought R was for Race.

Before speeding off, his bound wife telepathically tells me through osmosis, that in Coborn’s lot he ran over a wonderful old lady. He asks how do you know she’s a wonderful old lady, to which she replies, ‘Dear, that was your grandmother.’

He then breaks into a rousing rendition of “Grandma got Run Over by a Reindeer.”

Archie Gross
Huron