Mrs Rex grew up in the wild wild Middle East and then Wichita, which is basically just one enormous parking lot surrounding a series of box stores and chain restaurants. When we first moved to DC, she got towed all the rough ridin' time and cursed every time, including telling one officer to "just run the goddamn firehose over the hood if you need to. Those things rough ridin' bend, don't they?"
We did not get out of that ticket.
Mrs Rex sounds like a treat in every story you tell
