The Poetry Eye-Roll

Speaking of sucky people...my brother called me on his way home from work. He's in traffic and there's a guy in front of him screaming at what my bro thinks is a four year old kid. At some point the guy throws the kid's stuffed rabbit out the window and the kid is staring out the back window, crying, as the Dad drives on. Bastard.

----- Sometimes, ya gotta approach me like the postman does and ring twice.