I really don't want to deal with this guy. I mean, he's probably some kind of psycho or something. I don't give him the chance to spew anymore bile. I rev the
engine up to the max and speed out of the parking lot. After getting back onto the main drag, I decide I've had enough of shopping for the day and head for home.
The groceries seem to have survived the fall, although some of the fruit is bruised. I'm not particular, so I just put them away. Dented cans and bruised fruit are no
big deal, and I've eaten worse. The doorbell rings.