My father drove a bus in the 1940s and, according to family lore, met my mother when he *almost* ran over her. He considered the timetables for his routes as something to beat, not meet. That sketch brought back some good memories of Dad's driving lessons. (And Mom's subsequent corrections.)
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My father drove a bus in the 1940s and, according to family lore, met my mother when he *almost* ran over her. He considered the timetables for his routes as something to beat, not meet. That sketch brought back some good memories of Dad's driving lessons. (And Mom's subsequent corrections.)
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