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So on the way home last night I see a white van parked on the Interstate, not on the shoulder, but on one of those paved u-turn paths in the median. This worries me, for no explicable reason. It was about a mile before the only rest stop on the route, which sits happily elevated from the I-state, and for some reason, of all the myriad possibilities, innocuous and malicious, the only possibility that leaps into my mind is that it's a spotter van. It's watching, waiting for something or someone. And then I think, yes, it's probably a spotter for a sniper team at the rest stop, yes, that's it, 'cause that's a perfect spot to snipe from.
And not five seconds after thinking that, the car hits the biggest bug in the history of bugs -- POP -- dead in the center of the driver's side of the windshield.
I did jump a bit.
And not five seconds after thinking that, the car hits the biggest bug in the history of bugs -- POP -- dead in the center of the driver's side of the windshield.
I did jump a bit.
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Glad you didn't get sniped.
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