On a not so blue sky day, there was a man who was driving home from work in his parents' car. The scandalous reason for driving this car was because the car owned by the man is out of service while he unfortunately attempts to repair it himself.
Little did he know that as he drove near the Fort Shafter exit, the hood of the car would whoosh up, hit and crack the windshield, scaring him out of his wits.
The man had to squeeze his ass while he waited for his angry significant other to pick him up because he was squeezed on the left side of the east-bound lanes where there is no shoulder lane. With cars whizzing by the man was hopeful that no one would hit him from behind on an almost blind turn. To the rescue first comes a police officer to guide him to the right side where there is a shoulder lane. It was a good thing there was no traffic.
Finally, the man's angry significant other arrives and he trudges to her luxurious (but dirty) vehicle carrying his belongings with a very melancholy face. He expresses his fears of these all too unforgettable moments while she foolishly (so he thinks) captures some of these moments on digital media. Her retort is that she's there for him and the end result is that he's physically okay.
And the man was okay as he begins to recount how one day in his past fun outings with Mr. Two Heart (RDC), the hood of a car had also flew open. Ah, the good ole days, huh?
Friday, March 23, 2007
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2 comments:
At least I wasn't trying to cool off the engine
LOL...you're a good woman, indeed.
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