There was a conversation last night regarding driving stories, particularly hitting things.
And there's a story there, of the time I hit something and it immediately and drastically altered my mood.
Strange how something so rare can either cause your day to immediately go downhill...or simply further cement the foul mood you were already fostering.
Today something hit me.
By "something" I mean a six or eight inch section of 4x4 that was launched by the vehicle in front of me. The soccer mom in the mini van who apparently didn't realize that she should have swerved around it rather than drive over it.
My mood was already poorly. Now it's particularly foul.
@#$%^!!!
-grumpy old man
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