He looked past me toward my Chevy.
Then he laughed.
“Maybe take an Uber, Carol. Women your age have no business driving anyway.”
I stood there stunned.
“That’s a rude thing to say to your neighbor.”
“It’s a true thing to say.”
Then he shut the door in my face. :chatgpt-content-reference{index=”2″}
I took a cab and tried to forget about it.
Ryan apparently wasn’t finished.
A few days later, while I was carefully parallel parking near the farmers’ market, I heard him shouting from across the street.
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