Don’t cross the yellow line
She says
I do just that
Look in ALL the mirrors before reversing
She rehashes
I glance at one
Put on a signal before you turn
She insists
I turn without a pause
Full stop at the stop sign
She stresses
I slow down a fraction
Be careful with right turns
She warns
I nearly crash a curb
What will it take you to ever heed me???!
She demands in hopelessness
A week later, there’s an accident on 74th street
She gets her answer.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Don’t cross the yellow line
She says
I do just that
Look in ALL the mirrors before reversing
She rehashes
I glance at one
Put on a signal before you turn
She insists
I turn without a pause
Full stop at the stop sign
She stresses
I slow down a fraction
Be careful with right turns
She warns
I nearly crash a curb
What will it take you to ever heed me???!
She demands in hopelessness
A week later, there’s an accident on 74th street
She gets her answer.
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