i see a gaggle of young
women
waiting for the doors to open.
it's early in the day.
i slam on my brakes and yell
out to them.
stop, don't do it, think this over.
i say.
they wave at me with one finger.
which is so rude
this early in the day.
i'm trying to help, but no, they'll
have to figure it out on their
own. i guess as i shake my head
and drive away.
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