So there I was yesterday morning surveying a large credit union when from out back there was a loud bang and a puff of black smoke, obviously an explosion. I called 911 and a few minutes later the fire truck arrived, the driver asked me what happened, they drove around back, and a minute later they were heading back to the fire station. Apparently a loud explosion behind a credit union was nothing special. When I walked around back I saw nothing unusual but the large emergency generator was going, and it still was this morning. I've no idea.
But then, this afternoon I was surveying one of a row of car repair places when a car made a fast turn into one of them, missed two sets of depressed curb and hit the regular curb, leaving most of the car still in a busy driving lane. The guy driving, maybe 19, ran to the front of the car and was literally jumping up and down in rage, every second word starting with F and ending in an explanation point. The passenger was beside him, quite calm. Then they both jumped in the car, backed up, and tore off through the front parking, running over my traffic cone and the half-brick I always use for a backsight. I'm not sure he even knew he had crunched the oil pan, but I bet he found out fairly soon down the road.
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I'm betting none of those F words were: fine, fun, fantastic, friendly, fabulous ..........................
I'll bet he is now frantic, flustered, and foul-mouthed more than ever.
Egads
"It's okay, it's a rental."
nor were they .... Fatuous, frivolous, flatus, or even fiendish.., ?????ÿ
"A foul flatulence offends the frivolous, my finely appointed friend."
Friend continues to stand nearby, silently fixed on the possibly disabled vehicle.
"It's okay, it's a rental."
Or a company car.?ÿ We all know they don't need oil.
Andy
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