Here is a guessing game for us all to play.
If you are driving a 1990 Honda Accord (colour: dark blue) through the clogged streets of a plague-sticken North American metropolis, and you stop for a red light, and the lane going the opposite direction is closed for construction, and in that lane a backhoe is shoveling wet earthy material into a dumptruck, and the backhoe operator is drunk because, heck, it's Thursday and why not be drunk at work on Thursday, and because he is drunk his touch on the controls is sloppier than it should be, and so instead of shoveling all the wet earthy material into the dumptruck he pours 10 or 15 litres onto the 1990 Honda Accord, and when you later try to wash it off you learn it is not earth at all but instead is wet concrete and holy cow this stuff isn't coming off crap crap crap crap, and so you get out the high pressure wand and totally blast it and whew it does come off after all, and then when you are out in the sun you realize the splatter pattern is totally etched right into the paint and the 1990 Honda Accord looks as if it has been burned and had a skin graft...
What do you tell the owner when you return it?
(Note to unscrupulous thugs: The owner reads his newspaper at arm's length with a hand over one eye but his distance vision is unimpeachable, so not telling is not really an option. Shame on you for thinking that.)
Posted by Bret at May 7, 2003 08:27 PM
Comments from you, the internet public:
Post a comment of your own:
You phone and say, "Gordon, you know how in the spring the farmers insist on cleaning the corrals and cowsheds and spreading the excrement on fields because they think it is power dirt? Well, shit, Gordon some dummy yakked his load all over your car."
"And besides it is time you bought a new car, anyway."
Then hum several bars of Andy Stewart's award winning Edinburgh tattoo song called, "The Mucking 'O Geordie's bire." Translation: The Cleansing of George's Cow Shed
He will totally not understand.
Posted by Noswad at May 9, 2003 09:10 PM