My latest adventure started out as most adventures do – fairly unadventurous. It was a typical Monday, laced with the usual teenage sass. Although the attitude has been getting better, unfortunately for me, today was no exception. My schedule consisted of working out, contacting the health department regarding a restaurant selling fishy fakes and picking my daughter up from school. Nothing was out of the ordinary, or was there? Now I remember…I told my daughter I would take her to McDonald’s for an Oreo McFlurry before heading back to school for a meeting. Mickey D’s is about 2 minutes from the high school so I figured it would be a nice treat while we waited. Based on the proximity, I assumed it would be swarming with teenyboppers, but it wasn’t busy at all. There was about 20 minutes to spare so it worked out fine.We dined in the restaurant. Are you surprised? No one wants to eat ice cream in a car during winter – that’s like eating a Popsicle in a freezer.After she was more than half way finished, we head out to return back to school. Just like a gazillion times before, I back up, but then I stop. Just like that, I suddenly stop – right there in the parking lot. I stop – like a numskull. For no good reason, I stop and get out of the car.
I get out and walk around. I immediately notice a red truck in the curbside pickup area. I look at my car. There’s no damage. I look at the truck. There’s no damage. I look at my car again and at the same time I see a ginormous older gentleman headed my way.
I’m Just Sayin’…(Damn!)