Cars were ugly this morning as we drove to work. Ugly as in Steven King scary-ugly (and nevermind that stupid movie rendition with the soundtrack by AC/DC.)
At one point- after dropping T off at work – we rounded the corner and came face to nose with a dirty gray sports car. It growled and drooled. Yeah, my intellect tells me its most likely collected rainwater sloshing out of engine compartment because the driver came to such an abrupt stop. However, the reptile part of my brain isn’t buying that theory.
I also saw a white-ish LTD, older model hunched over the road as it screeched around the corner and into an oil-change shop. I keep thinking of the driver looking helplessly on as the steering wheel takes on an unholy life to drive the car wherever *it* wants to go.
Perhaps the strong coffee/cold medication/pain medication/broken sleep wasn’t such a hot idea, after all.
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