When I was around 10 or 11 years old my friends and I used to like to throw lemons at moving cars. We lived near a busy street with lots of trees and lemon bushes. Usually when we hit a car it would slow down, but then continue. One night we hit the wrong car. It was a super nice Cadillac. When we hit this car .. it slammed on it’s breaks and then went into reverse at 50 mph. It skidded to a stop right in front of the bush we were hiding in and a huge, huge, HUGE guy got out. He was definitely a pimp or a drug dealer. We all thought we were dead. I was literally looking at his shoes from about 3 feet away. He looked around but didn’t see us .. and then got back into the car. That was the last time we threw lemons at cars.
