Objects In Rear MIrror Are Closer Than They Appear
Driving back from work I cut in front of a car to make the off ramp that would take me home. I saw a face in in the rear mirror: weathered woman, about 50, smoking a cigarette and swearing at me. She continued cussing at me as we entered 147, and wouldn't let up until she finally passed me on the highway. Again that weathered face... alcoholic, bitter... this big mugging, sarcastic face. Driving a beat up Buick Skylark with all its paint baked off from the sun.