My wife and I followed a golf cart, driving in the middle of the street. It was being operated by a middle teen boy. There was another middle teen boy sitting on the passenger side. There was a middle teen boy standing on the back step where your golf clubs go, facing foward.
The driver was swerving back and forth, back and forth, trying to dump the boy in the back. We were right behind them in a 2 ton SUV.
At the first stop, I pulled up next to them and asked the name of their grandparents. They refused to tell me. I said, "never mind, I'll just follow you till you get to their house."
They zoomed around street after street, and finally found a way to slip onto a golf course and I lost them.
