...especially when someone leaves a big chunk of something on the highway.
What kind of something, Cupcake? you ask?
Well dear reader, I don't know. I didn't see it. I didn't even FEEL it. I just heard it and looked back to see a three-dimensional object catapulting behind my little white previously-new car. Then, at Albertson's (stopping to pick up donuts), I saw a scary sequence of startling scars (not unlike this horrendous use of alliteration):
(Luckily I took it to Progressive's concierge service and they marked it up for me, thus turning it into a sign, worthy of TIMWAS.)
And, for those of you who like gore...a close up AND then, a close up--with finger--to display the scar's depth.If you feel sorry for me, you should head on over to the shop and buy something. It will help me pay my deductable. :)
