Near Miss
I narrowly escaped the quintessential suburban death today: I ducked around the double-parked Cheet-Os truck in my mad dash to escape the discount big-box store, and was nearly pancaked by a guy in an Escalade who was yapping on his cell phone.They say you can tell a lot about a culture by its death rituals. I don't suppose this is what they had in mind.
Anyway, my bags of cheap, non-biodegrable, Chinese-produced consumer goods and I are all fine, thanks for asking.
posted by Unknown @ 1:59 PM
4 Comments:
So glad you're ok! These things always shake me up for days.
I'm glad you're OK, too :-).
freakin cell phones!
Parking lots deserve their own special circle in hell.
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