I was driving down a main street in my town, and I saw something very out of the ordinary. This street is a lively one, and it's a main road to get to the places you want to go to in my town. It's actually one of my favorites, with charming old cottages that have been around for years. There are stops signs on every corner, so you can easily see the happenings going on. All of a sudden, a man appeared and he started shouting and acting very mad. He threw his hands up in the air and yelled, "Ihate the way I'm treated!" He said it again and then again, "I hate the way I'm treated," as he walked across the street. It would have seemed that he was a mad man to the average eye, but he wasn't; he was just a man whose heart was broken. My heart sank, as I was watching this whole scene through my windows, which were rolled up. I looked over at him and gently said, "I'msorry, I hate the way I'm treated too."