So back in the days when I was still driving my truck.... before some kid in his daddy's Beemer crossed over the center lane and murdered my baby, which I then replaced with the top of the line all the bells and whistles and ridiculous features car that was was then brutally murdered by a red light runner when it was but a baby so I replaced that with a year old not quite top of the line car without some bells and some whistles and no ridiculous features that got into a fender bender thing when it was just a toddler....yeah, before all that... so anyway I was driving my truck along and a firetruck, you know those huge red things with all the ladders and buff men in big coats hanging off of it, came zooming up the street behind me with all of its bells and whistles and flashing lights and screaming sirens on, so I pulled over.
Right? I pulled over just like you are taught to do when an emergency vehicle with its lights and sirens on shares a road with you, except for the road had had a curb so I pulled over as far as I could. Anyhow Bibsy in the car behind me either didn't get the memo or was too busy texting, painting her nails and waxing her bikini line and almost plowed into me. She was so affronted by my actions that she laid on her horn and whipped the wheel of car to zig zag around me.
Only she pulled into the lane the firetruck was in causing him to veer around her and he laid on his horn.....
BBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNK!
as only a firetruck can.
And she slammed her car hard over into the curb at the side of the road. It was a thing of beauty. Her waxed bikini line? Not so much.
The Fine Print: That's all really. Just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about y'all. Stamps by Amuse. Yeah, I'm still alive. So what?!
