I live in the Sweet Part of the City. I drive the freeway everyday. Sack taps slow me down. One sack tap brings everything to a grinding halt. Then I get to the office. I have reserved parking on P1. The spaces are small. I've been tapped twice. No note. No apology. But I have remote server access to real time digital cameras. When I find you, and I will, prepare for a different kind of sack tapping.
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