I put on my blinker, trying to merge to the right, when I hear the rev of an SUV and I’m clipped; it’s a Soccer Mom (ever noticed that the most aggressive drivers are never the villainous stereotypes we imagine them to be?).  She screams in rage as her car sparks against mine.  I roll my window down to yell at her when I notice a whole fleet of Soccer Moms on my tail, all in giant gas guzzlers, ready to take my modest corolla DOWN.  They all have that fanatical pissed-off-mom-from-the-suburbs look in their eyes—it’s beyond the stages of them coldly muttering, “Inappropriate,” and on scale with a level 10 PTA Rage-Blast.  Open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  The clouds above start morphing into Soccer Mom bait—logos from Jcrew, the Container Store, Pier 1, poster for the latest Jennifer Aniston romcom (what a surprise; the male lead is not a minority)—and they all brake and stare at the sky as if they were bearing witness to the Skittles Rainbow.  I drive off and wipe the sweat from my brow.  Saved!  Whew!

Unless you are in a monster truck, you’re in danger of Soccer Mom Savagery.  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle.