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May 16, 2022
Recently I was driving my lovely car. I was taking a turn when a little boy on the right on the sidewalk (we were in the countryside) points his toy gun (toy gun! No, but we hear each other talking?!) at my car and shoots. I hear a click! on my bodywork and I stop my car on the roadside 30 meters away. I go up the sidewalk, pissed, to yell at the kid who must have been 5 years old, accompanied by a woman obviously not his mother. The kids!
I say “No, but it's not possible! Do you realize that you can damage car bodies like that? Or not? »
The sympathetic woman apologizes for her. I'm calming down already.
“I'm sorry, said the lady, I already explained to her, sorry! Can you hear Tim* (name protected for privacy)? I have already explained to you! »
I continue: “Not possible anyway! What's his mom's name? "It's Mrs. Martin** (name protected for obvious reasons of strict confidentiality..)".
I don't know Mrs. Martin.
"And what is their address, at the Martin family?" »
The lady scratches her head.
And the kid: “I live 2 blocks away from here, the 5th Street!
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