D.O.P.-T.

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Hurrying home (the lad was late relieving me), I realized a light was against me just in time to stop at the kerb rather than blindly forging across the street. A car was waiting in case I did blindly forge across, and I caught the driver's eye. She was an old lady with neat white hair, driving a white Tesla. I hope she has the house to match, unless of course she's an exec at someplace like Facebook.