Last night as my lovely wife and I were gathered ‘round the studio downstairs we heard a loud clatter from the street outside our home… sounded rather like the Tin Man had gone dumpster diving out back of the old sheet metal works.
Upon closer inspection it turned out to be a somewhat complex fender-bender wherein person or persons unknown (to us…), while driving inattentively up our little cul-du-sac, drifted a wee bit too far off to the right and clipped a parked contractor van, giving it a poke just behind the front, driver’s side wheel well. It banged the hell out of the bodywork and bent the steering bits, leaving the poor thing a little wall-eyed in the front end.
Applying Newton’s third law, the driver then bounced back to the left, graciously sailing past the next car parked in line, a charming, sixty thousand dollar Porsche Boxter soft-top, until over corrected steering rolled it smack dab into the ass end of a VW Passat, car three in the demolition derby line. Then, as John Prine says, “The police arrived at a quarter to five and pronounced all the victims okay.”
Bet Mr. Boxter is having second thoughts about parking on the street in future…
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