LizzieMaine
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My ma backed her car into the middle of the street, climbed up onto its roof, and waited for the plow to come back the other way. Then she stood on the roof of the car and in a voice that could crack cast iron called him every kind of an SOB there is in the language. He was terrified and called the police, who showed up and said "Patty, you can't do this." Her response, highly sanitized, was "Like hell I can't." The cop -- the same one she had conked with the ashtray -- just shrugged, the plow driver apologized, and that was the end of that. As long as that plow driver had the route he never filled her in again.
She was about the age I am now when she did that. She was even more ferocious in her younger years.
She was about the age I am now when she did that. She was even more ferocious in her younger years.