Was sitting on a friend’s porch and his great grandmother was sitting there too, same as always in a rocking chair, covered in a shawl. She was pushing 100. I’d never heard her talk, she just sat there and chewed tobacco.

Well, my friend’s Dad drives up and gets out of his somewhat, beat up car, looking pretty shaken up. We ask what happened, he explained.

He was topping the hill outside town when right in front of him, not 100 yards away were two 18 wheelers taking up both lanes. One decided to pass the other but as they reached the top of the hill, was still blocking the oncoming lane. My friend’s Dad had to yank the wheel over, driving right into the ditch, but he was ok.

Just as he finished his story, we were all in awe, when the great, grandmother spoke up with this whispered, ragged voice and says, “That’s the difference between you and me, I’da hit that son of a b@#ch head on.” spit