small town

I drive my daughter and my sister to the train every morning. Coming back a few minutes ago, I nearly ran over my husband's divorce lawyer (who shall henceforth be known as Mr. Bohica, which is military slang for "Bend over; here it comes again.") He was getting out of his car to go get his morning coffee at the little cafe. I see him almost every morning, but I've never almost run over him before.

I can just see myself, trying to explain to the police that it was an accident.

Also: I saw the judge on my case in my local Stop&Shop the Wednesday after Easter.

Also: I frequently see my husband's best friend from childhood, who no longer speaks to me, walking down the hill to the train.

I've gotta get outa this town.