The Day I Almost Got Axe Murdered

I buckled Pepper into our super rad, in-no-way-lame, minivan to go to the end of our street to get the mail. As I backed down our sloped driveway, I noticed an older, white-bearded man across the street leaning out the door of a little white Toyota pickup (like the Pizza Planet one on Toy Story). He was looking right at me. He stared after us as we slowly made our way to the end of the cul-de-sac. My mind began to drift to places most "normal" minds never need wander.