Yet another day of haphazard snow…
I think that if I were to mend my relationship with the snow, the coldness wouldn’t crack my windshield, and I wouldn’t be forced to watch a guy have an asthma attack, shaking with his inhaler, in the car next to me.
Also I would probably be safer. It’s kind of like how people who have Mysophobia will always end up sicker than people who eat their food off a toilet.
I will end up in a car accident going 15 miles an hour, while some a-hole-io in a truck fly’s around kicking up rocks into my windshield, and not getting in a car accident.
In the words of the “great” Alanis Morissette…
Isn’t it ironic?
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