So what is more lame…getting backended on the 417 in the middle of rush hour or waiting on the 417 for the cops to show up? Yes – you got it. They are equal in their lameness. It is seriously not my day. I need a drink.
So hows my guy…wish I could call you right now, but no cell to speak of. And therefore the highway hanging out is all I got here and I can use my word and write you a little letter and feel a bit better and a bit more productive then doing absolutely nothing but staring and traffic passing us. I even had a guy yet out “Idiot” to me. Great. Thanks buddy, yah, its all my fault isn’t it? I am the one in front. I automatically win. The guy behind me loses; it isn’t rocket science who is in fault here.
Anyway, whatever, its 30 degrees, sunny…who wouldn’t want to be in hot traffic smelling exhaugst and wanting water. Maybe this is what I get for being so cute. Ha ha ha. I mean though in the big sheme of things I got it so good, so this is a like a little “dent” (pardon the pun) to make it even in the long run. I don’t know about that, but lets go with it.
The bumper on the Element looks like ass – sorta evens out the dings in the sides I guess. The car makes noises like its from 1995, and the clutch still squeeks. Matt says that sometimes it goes away – maybe it’s the way I drive it, that is what my Dad might say. SO the funny thing is that the windshield whiper fluid light is on, and the check maintenance light. Also with my experience with my Dad’s car last week – the wind shield washer was out there as well. Funny yet retarded. But hey, that sums up my family some times.
Oh – I see cops in the distance – hope they are mine.
By the way - the guy who rear ended me was nice enough to take a picture with his iphone and send it to me via email so that I have memories for ever. awesome. 
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