The green 2009 Corolla hydroplaned at forty MPH on the crummy state highway, almost ramming into Mr. Pal’s black 2018 Escalade. As the Corolla swerved into the left lane, Mr. Pal thanked the god he worshipped, God. Later that night, in his living room, Mr. Pal sipped his Samuel Adams Utopia (at $199, the most expensive bottle of beer he’d ever bought) and wondered, ’cause life’s so short, maybe he shouldn’t waste it hating that Jew at work, Ms. Greenberg, ’cause she’d received that promotion and he hadn’t. Maybe she was better qualified. He could admit he had some limitations.
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