The Passion of the Limeade


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The Passion of the Limeade: The reason we don't eat at Sonic anymore.

We're almost home. This teenage girl in a white VW is in front of us going two miles an hour. We can't shake her--she seems to be going exactly the same way we are. Moreover, she won't let us pass. My mother gets so angry that she starts riding her bumper to make a point. The girl then starts braking randomly, for spite. We're both stopped at a neighborhood turn, waiting for two other cars to go, and my mother picks up her limeade and rolls down the window. I seriously started trying to remember my stepfather's cell number so I could call him to bail Mom out of jail.