I did some grocery shopping at lunch today, and on my way back to my car, as I was threading my way through the parking lot, an empty car next to me started rolling forward. Several thoughts ran through my head: Was any part of it going to hit me? What was in it’s path? Other cars? People? Could I catch up to the driver’s door and try to get in to stop it? —
As I was thinking that last thought, I glanced at the driver’s seat again and realized that there was actually a driver after all. It was a small woman wearing what I think was a black niqab and dark glasses.
Man, it’s like they’re frickin’ ninjas…
Everyone these days is talking about the unusual ending to The Sopranos. But when it comes to ending a TV series, David Chase can’t touch Hazim Al-Sha’arawi.
