by Lincoln Brown, PJ Media:

Back in our old neighborhood, I was driving through the Walmart parking lot one day. I usually avoid Walmart whenever possible. Not because I have a philosophical issue with Walmart — it’s just that the older I get, the less I enjoy crowds. And waiting in line. Maybe it has something to do with getting older and being closer to death. I figure that I have to make the most of whatever time I have left. But as I was leaving, one of the recent transplants behind the wheel of a monstrous Lexus SUV almost ran over me. She looked away from her cell phone long enough to wave and smile from behind her Gucci shades as if she was doing me a favor by nearly smearing me nine times my body length over the parking lot.