Today after the fire department cuts you out of the twisted
wreckage of your Honda Civic you’re going to be bawling like a little bitch.
“Oh god, oh god,” you’ll murmur into the floor. “I can’t believe how close I just came.” You’ll weep uncontrollably as the firemen put
a blanket around you and walk you over to an EMT so he can check your vitals. Once he’s done you’ll look at the car of the
man who hit you. There will be a hole in
the windshield where he was ejected from his truck straight across your hood
and on to the patch of pavement where his blood will still be soaked into the
asphalt.
“WHAT HAPPENED,” you’ll declare to no one in particular
before you begin weeping again. The emergency
response personnel will roll their eyes at each other.
No one likes a drama queen.
Congratulations on Throwing Your Latest Temper Tantrum!
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