mizarchivist

Hey, do you remember the nuns? The ones that almost ran me down several weeks ago while I was in the crosswalk and they were in a car?
Well. They're back.
Here I was, half way across the pedestrian crossing. It's raining so I have my colorful, Tiffany stained glass designed umbrella up, so I *know* I'm visible. Other cars are slowing down.
Here they come up on the outside lane of the road (so farthest from me, stil)-
They didn't even look or slow down. I'm seeing a trend here.
These god wives obviously have a heathen detector in their car. There are not the kindly nuns, but the ruler-wielding ones. They sense my non-catholicness. Ok, my pretty much not christian-ness. They're out to get me. In a passive-aggressive way:
"Oh, I'm sorry, officer. I didn't mean to maime that evil-doer, I mean hapless victim of my inattention. But now that you mention it, you say that she hasn't even been baptised? Well. Good. One less to pollute the god-fearing, blank-eyed, genuflecting darlings we are here to shepherd."
Hm. I think I just was channeling Mark Morford.
So, this is my public service announcement: Watch out for nuns behind the wheel. They'll getcha.