FEATURES

An Inignorable Sound...

brendon"Hey!" Brendon called in a controlled voice; neither too loud, nor too combative. He walked briskly toward the escaping vehicle.

The taxi driver, who was backing out of a space in the Cub parking lot, stopped and turned his face to his summoner.

Their eyes met.

"Did you throw that out your window," Brendon asked, the index finger of his left hand pointing to a discarded Caribou Coffee container that lay on the striped asphalt. His tone remained non-threatening.

"No I didn't," the taxi driver lied...

Please update your Flash Player to view content.
Please update your Flash Player to view content.
Please update your Flash Player to view content.