thanksgiving 1992.
aunt ginny and i are setting the table for thanksgiving dinner. she lives on a busy street in great neck. a car alarm goes off about every 10 minutes, set off by passing traffic. it is the kind of alarm that goes through about 5 different siren sounds before it finally shuts off. after it's gone off for about the 5th time since i've been there ginny's decided she's had enough. she hands me a steak knife.
ginny: lisa, dear, take this knife. i want you to go down stairs and across the street and slash that car's tires. i'd do it myself but i'm too old and i'm too blind and i know i'll get caught.
lisa b: ummm....aunt ginny?
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did you do it?
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