There oughta be a law!
As Bailey, my dog, and I were crossing an intersection with a stop sign in downtown Ayer, the car on my left, started rolling slowly towards us with no signs of stopping.
When I looked at the driver, she was raising a big old greasy chocolate covered, honey dipped donut to her mouth.
Seems her foot became detached from the brake somehow.
I banged on the hood and she snapped to as her lipstick and her rouge turned to chocolate and prevented that heart stopper from traversing down her gullet.
I walked over to the driver window and asked somewhat facetiously, if everything was OK in there. Then I noticed eleven more such weapons in a box on the passenger side.
I knew then I had come into contact with a card carrying Dunkin’ Donuts frequent flier. I gave her my best “you gotta be shittin’ me” look and decided it wasn’t worth keeping up such a senseless conversation.
They’re out there, loaded with sugar and rolling through a stop sign near you.