“I was driving on a fairly busy street,” wrote a woman who told me her name but asked that I not print it. “Two teenage girls were walking toward me on the sidewalk on my right. And just before I drove past them one of them grabbed the other one and shoved her as if to push her onto the road in front of me. When they saw the horrified look on my face, they broke up laughing.
“I was so furious over their stupidity that I beeped my horn and flipped them off.
“This wouldn't have been so bad for me to do, except that I am a 70-year-old grandma.
“If you decide to print this, please don't print my real name. My family would be horrified! I've been told before that I look like a Church Lady.
“You can just call me Grambo.”
OK, Grambo. But I suspect you aren't giving your family enough credit. Something tells me that, upon hearing this story, their reaction would be to wish that you had calmly given it to those girls with both hands.