Half the people on the road don’t deserve to drive. And the other three quarters (of the half that remains) have no idea what is going on and so shouldn’t be allowed to drive.
Today, on the way to work, I was sitting in traffic, nicely chit chatting with my dad, who is my chaperone now. Suddenly, I felt my car move. Now, I have been driving my x-trial for a little over *cough cough* 3 days *cough cough* now, continuously. So I now, that a big fat car like mine, doesn’t move because of air currents circulating in the surrounding.
The whole situation went like this:
Me: “blah blah blah”
Dad: “blah blah blah”
(both of us Blah-ing at pretty much the same time, and about things tht have no relation to each other)
*car shakes, as though there is an earthquake*
Both of us: *quiet*
Me: “are we hit?”
Dad:” Yes” *in a very ‘are you crazy’ tone* “didn’t you feel the car move”
Me: *thinking... ... ... ... oh we did move*
I turn to my left and I see this black ford focus like car changing lanes and I try to get his number plate, but I couldn’t.
The rest of the way was spent with my daddie screaming at me to get up early. Ok, not screaming, but firmly telling me. As usual, being the obedient child, I wasn’t paying attention to him; my thoughts were with my hammy car.
Hamster the Blue Car isn’t hurt. Just some bruises. There are scratches on the left hand side of the rear bumper. Hopefully, it will heal in due time.
Over and Out.
back from HELL: Spread the Blue
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