Oopsie-daisies

Oopsie-daisies

My day didn't start off all that well today. The location we were at was up in the hills. That means steep hills and twisting, narrow streets. 'Twas the hills that bested me this morn. I was parallel parking between two trucks, and from inside the car everything looked kosher. When I got out, though, it looked like my car was awfully close to the SUV behind me. I pull my car forward and, sure enough, her front plate was dented somewhat fierce. I didn't see any damage other than that, but I decided to leave a note with my phone number anyway just to be neighborly. Unfortunately, leaving a note these days can sometimes be an invitation for some asshole to take advantage (assuming they can pull off the insurance fraud). I was kind of nervous about it all day.

I checked my messages when I got home and heard this:

Drew, hi. It's Andrea with the Black Expedition. What goes around comes around. Something really good's going to happen to you. Thank you so much for leaving me that note. Um, got good news for you: my plate's been dented for years. Okay, but thank you because somebody took off my sideview mirror. It was five hundred dollars. They didn't leave a note. Anyway, bye.

I should start playing poker, man. My shit's on fire right now. I mean, not my poo, but...

...let's just end this right here.

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