Within a few miles of my house today I experienced a microcosm of the USA

[Brenda]

I drove to a Dollar General nearby at 9:00 AM and almost got killed by a loudass punk in his daddy-bought new mustang ignoring a stop sign.

This is like my third time ever of going to a DG, I was looking for some ultra fine sharpies. The place looked like a tornado happened inside. I didn't find my sharpies but bought something similar. Dude in front of me in line kept turning around and um, grunting at me.

He was rocking back and forth. Okay, must be on meth/crack/whateverthefuck. Stand back. He paid and left. I paid and left. Oh, look, he's standing right outside the door grunting at me. I moved quickly into my car and left.

I'm about 1/2 a mile from my house now. I see police with lights on and a tow truck. At a 3-way stop in a pretty quiet residential area there's a small red car upside down. On its roof and the airbags clearly blown up. I didn't see an ambulance or anyone injured.

I just wanted my fucking ultra fine pens and ended up being freaked out that I'm dead and living in Hell.