Quote of the day
It wasn’t even my car.
It was my sister’s, an ugly-brown Mazda RX-7 that drove fast and smooth. I’d borrowed it for a few days, and Friday night I drove to a nearby liquor store to pick up some wine—something to get me through another empty weekend.
I was inside for fifteen or twenty minutes. With three bottles of wine in hand, I walked back to the car. I unlocked the door, opened it, and the overhead light went on.
A woman sat in the passenger seat pointing a gun at me. She didn’t move, silent and intense, and I thought she was trying to decide whether or not to shoot me.
“Get inside and close the door,” she finally said.
I wasn’t going to do anything stupid. I got in, closed the door, and the light went off.
— Richard Paul Russo, “Just Drive, She Said“