Archive for August 13th, 2007

Walnut Street, Shadyside. 9:30 a.m.
A wealthy woman in a visor and sunglasses leans out of her white convertible Mercedes to yell across the street to someone:

Mercedes Woman: Did the e-mail go through?

Wal-Mart, North Versailles:

Mother: [to young crying daughter] Don’t think I won’t beat you just `cause it’s your birthday!