To the slightly scary motorcycle guy who brought our flatted chariot, my bike, and the boys home with me in that pickup truck:
Thank you so much, I appreciate your kindness, and your willingness to leave your duties at the shop. I tried to fix the flat, after removing the large piece of glass from the tire. I would have replaced the tube, but I had the wrong replacement size, (for the stroller) and when I arrived home, we discovered about fifteen other slices in the tube, next to my one nice little patch.
I do however, disagree with one of your bumper stickers, which actually scared me much more than you did. The one that said: "Anti-war = Pro-terrorist"
I am decidedly anti-war, for many reasons, but in particular because I am a mother and cannot stand the thought of losing my children, as women all over our strife-ridden planet are, in large part because of war.
I don't think this makes me pro-terrorist. That's the problem with bumper stickers, they aren't open for conversation though. I did put one on our car though, with a decidedly more positive message.
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