My parents are too freaking laid back.
Had they been run-of-the-mill parents the response would’ve been, omg! what the hell happened? is he ok? are you ok?
Instead our conversation went like this:
Dad: So I heard you hit your boyfriend with your car.
Me: No Daddy, I hit someone else.*
Dad: You didn’t hit Andrew?
Me: No I hit a stranger.
Dad: Oh … so how’s work been?
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*For the record, no strangers were (profoundly) harmed in the bumping of my car into said stranger’s ass. Apparently the man with the brass balls–who decided to stand between incoming and outgoing traffic lanes–also has buns of steel.
The real question: is your car alright? Buns of Steel could do some real damage.
mark–ruby is ok. she’s used to getting rear-ended, albeit not by rear ends … but i digress.
lmao I want HIM as a trainer. Oh well, maybe not. Common sense is kind of important.
I thought your post was funny, until I read the comments. Thanks for brightening an otherwise dull day, lol.
guess i’m not the only one in the car hitting club.
Wow…he surely must have some butt LOL
I`ve been a real slacker this year.
Must have scared you though. Good to hear from you
tea
xo