I just totalled my car, (see the picture in the previous post) and was standing and talking to the workers that came to clean up the mess. The guy sweeping grabbed my bumper and tossed it up on the hood out of the way. I seized a moment to lighten the mood.
“Don’t scratch the paint!” I yelled. I then did my best to keep a straight face.
All of the men standing around toyed for a few seconds with the thought that I might be serious. One of them stammered “uh… uh…” and I let it linger before busting out in a loud laugh.
The guys at the Ochre Hill volunteer fire department are good folks. It’s a good thing, too. I just T-boned one of their pickup trucks en route to a house call. Everybody is fine, and now I just get to deal with the insurance companies and impound lots. Pray for my sanity.