“You have 10 minutes to drop off the package.”
The voice at the other end just stopped.
I attended my sports car club meeting last night for the first time in about 10 years. It’s a typical sports car club meeting, one where we men think we’re race car drivers and the women indulge us and drink wine. There are a few actual racers in the club, and more than a few fast drivers, and a lot of just old guys like me from the Walter Mitty School of Performance Driving.
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