So remember my traffic accident from a few weeks back? I had stopped for a pedestrian in a crosswalk, which is a state law. The dude behind me did not.
He smashed his truck into my wee car, totaling it. I got a new car, which I like very much (although I REALLY want to paint some flames on it) but now I'm leery of stopping for people at crosswalks. "Sorry!" I shout, as I buzz by.
I went to go get a salad at the local grocery store today, and for unknown reasons they switched the dressing from ladle-your-own, to carafes. Like someone would put on your table, so they didn't have to keep refilling your water glass every 3 minutes. I get a nice healthy salad, all sorts of good veggies and what have you, and go to put a SMIDGEN of bleu cheese dressing on. It comes out in one big glop so I had to go back and add more lettuce and other veggies to it.
I get back to work, start eating it, and INHALED some broccoli florets into my lungs. I started coughing. Then I started gagging. Went to the bathroom, threw up my 4 bites of broccoli. Sweet.
Had the little silver comets in my eyes from coughing and throwing up at the same time. Turns out one of them was actually one of the nasty little millipedes that lives in the bathroom. Ugh. He didn't try to crawl up my leg this time, perhaps he doesn't care for bleu cheese.
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