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Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Highway friend or foe?
To bitch or not to bitch! I don't know?! Inbound on 103 today around 3pm, dragging the camper back from circumnavigating the lower end of the province - (in a hated by Coast readers big, mean truck that consumes the filthy diesel), a lady in a black Hyundai Sonota blows the horn as she passes me (speeding) and makes aggressive "I'm eating chips" motions at me as she passes. Her little girl in front pass seat has look of bewilderment. I pulled over and checked the trailer over, nothing wrong, no flats, lights work, I wasn't driving erratic. Were you out of chips? Does that make you angry? I have no idea how you saw we were eating stale old Roast Chicken chips from the depths of the console. —Confused Camper Roast Chicken Chip Conflagration
