So my neighbor just came to the door to talk to me. Apparently the drunk driver ran into their trailer and hit it into our yard, knocking out/over the mailbox. The man at fault (still seeming a little tipsy) placed the mailbox closer to the house and said he'd come back tomorrow to fix it.
Not quite sure how I feel about that, but it would be better for him to fix it than for Becky to come home tomorrow to a broken mailbox.
If you're reading this, Becky, all might be well. They didn't even call the police, and he got someone to haul off his car right away (I suppose because he was afraid of a DUI, which he would totally deserve). And the neighbor lady was just like, "Well, I saw his license plate, and it was 666, and so I just knew, it was Satan behind all this."
Ah, Christians in Tulsa. Sometimes I feel like I'm from a different world, even though we're all supposedly of the same faith. Oh, I know. It's a world called "common sense." Oy.
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