Damn it must be summer... just saw the sweetest lookin 'ol lady, musta been about eighty, grab up a shopping cart at the market and used it to pound the hell outta the side of a new dodge ram parked inna 'handicapped' spot without a permit.
She was still whackin the hell outta that pickup, with a growing crowd of amazed onlookers cheering her on; when the kid who was driving it came outta the store... droppin his bag, and screaming in rage he advanced towards the old broad, who deftly whipped that cart around, smacked him across the shins with it and the waltzed right past me into the store; driving that battered cart like she was a spring chicken of 60.
We all gave her a standing ovation.

Tempers are short this time of yer; all over. If I may be so bold as to suggest that we all agree to back away; go get a beer, and mebbe discuss on a topic a mite more interesting... like what color dresses the AK's are gonna wear at the con, or what type of perfume the Assasins are selling this year...
One common thing we can all agree on tho... we all love flyin this sim; enjoy a good furball, and relish watchin a good catfight... here on the BBS or inna bar.

<S!> Allya dum-assed sumsasqueakes. Now go fly, dammit.