slammed a range rover real gud on the way home. rover tried to unwittingly or rather witlessly run me over in the crosswalk by the intersection between the signs in industry museum and the laboratory skool. but oh, kids! i slammed run over rover but gud with the flat of my palm, umh, sweet sound—good god! soul satisfying!  
i must say it is better to slam—in regards to rogue range rovers—than to be slammed, though i have to use my imagination, and perforce, i do. 

post dat. after i wrote the above i walked into the kitchen naked because all my clothes were in the dryer to make some pomegranate hibiscus tea and apples and r. says you almost got hit by a truck?—for she had just read the news on her smartphone. that's how i communicate sometimes by blog and sometimes bitch-slapping well-meaning good neighborly autopilots and a range of more or less subtle means in between.