Her head was down, as though busy, not up and alert, and looking at the clerk. Having gone through her purse, the woman at the window then went into both of her side coat pockets, looking for currency. But they're almost all in the gate. Could you please hurry, up there. The man spun suddenly around and took my neck.
Rage is quite the rage.
It came into prominence on the road and then branched off into airplanes and can now be found at the racetrack. In the last month alone, I have seen a couple or three scuffles at the races, not counting mine. Sometimes a person might go to the races to escape from a bad situation at work where he could soon be fired. He might have come to the races when he should have been somewhere else, like home. He might have intended to stay 30 minutes, and this could be the beginning of his fourth hour on the grounds.