Yesterday, driving home, the ice on the streets attacked me. I was driving, and the next thing I know, the ice was driving me. What the heck? I didn't know that's how it worked. Anyway, I guess the ice doesn't know how to drive very well, because it drove the car into the curb. I say, good thing the ice chose to drive when there were no other moving vehicles around. Ohh, how lucky. I can almost say, "An airbag saved my life." But not quite. Now I'm nervous. Would the airbag have been there for me if I needed it? I don't think so. I don't trust my airbag.
Signed,
"Your Confidant"
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5 comments:
I don't think you should be on bad terms with your airbag. They're all really great guys once you get to know them. At least, that's what I hear.
Hmmmmm...
Maybe. Maybe not.
Yeah perc, the goods are out there!
I see you had some running-inses with ice.
Oh I did, indeed.
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