363/365 My favorite fishmonger

Yesterday I stopped and bought a couple pounds of tuna at the fish guys’ Friday-only stand a couple blocks from my house. I normally walk, but yesterday I was passing by after shopping with Clare. I bought the fish and went to leave the parking lot, pulling out carefully and waiting for the cars to disperse or stop at the nearby traffic light so I could turn right. Suddenly a car pulled up to my car, on the left and was clearly going to pull out in front of me since there is a concrete median between the lanes. Clare announced that he was an ass and then, at his car door was one of the fish guys shaking his finger and yelling at the driver of the car.

Clare called the fish guy our savior (to me, but I will tell him next time I see him).

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