We had Five Guys for dinner, but that’s not the relevant point of this story. After dinner, as the Busy-Lazy boys were leaving the parking lot, we were rear-ended in our brand new car! Have I mentioned that it’s a brand new car? No one was hurt, but our brand new car was smashed up a bit. I did place a curse on the stupid driver who wasn’t paying attention and smashed into our brand new car. Stupid.
Hmm, I guess I should be more furious about this than I am right now. I was actually livid at the time, but I didn’t think it would be prudent to assault the moron driver in front of my kid. Gosh, I wish you could have seen his stupid, smug face. Have I mentioned that I drive like an 85-year-old lady? I don’t understand why some men feel the need to drive big, fast, European cars. And in the freakin’ suburbs, no less. I’ve been told that it has something to do with overcompensating for a condition known as “micro-penis,” but that hasn’t been confirmed.