About Me

Being that parked cars are the deer of the inner city, sometimes leaping into your path when you least expect it, I shouldn't have been surprised when I walked up to my car this morning to see that one of the doors had been smashed in, with big stripes of black paint where once it had all been white. "Silly car," I said, "you shouldn't be jumping into the street in front of oncoming vehicles!" Alas, my car said nothing, but only looked sad and slightly ashamed.

I waited patiently for my car to pop its door back into its original shape and cry "April Fools!" but alas, that didn't happen.

Then I went back inside, and informed the police, my coworkers and the insurance company just how unruly my car had become, and what a situation it had gotten itself into.