The bird
No, this isn't an entry about the middle finger. Rather it's about my decision to work OT yesterday.
We're returning our leased SUV this Wednesday. I hadn't drive it in months to keep the mileage down, because it's roughly 20,000 miles over. However, with my current car's brake pads pancake thin, I decided to take the SUV. The ONE time I drive it down the backroads to avoid Friday rush hour traffic what happens? Some far-sighted bird kamikazes into my windshield cracking the damn thing. Maybe it thought I was an obese field mouse...woulda been good eats for him too. And now he's roadkill, or is it not considered roadkill crashing from the sky?
Now I've got to find a place to replace my whole front windshield before I return the vehicle this Wednesday morning.
So if everyone could join me in giving the one-fingered salute to my bird, the bird of misfortune.
We're returning our leased SUV this Wednesday. I hadn't drive it in months to keep the mileage down, because it's roughly 20,000 miles over. However, with my current car's brake pads pancake thin, I decided to take the SUV. The ONE time I drive it down the backroads to avoid Friday rush hour traffic what happens? Some far-sighted bird kamikazes into my windshield cracking the damn thing. Maybe it thought I was an obese field mouse...woulda been good eats for him too. And now he's roadkill, or is it not considered roadkill crashing from the sky?
Now I've got to find a place to replace my whole front windshield before I return the vehicle this Wednesday morning.
So if everyone could join me in giving the one-fingered salute to my bird, the bird of misfortune.