I slammed on the brakes as Cal's beautiful blue car tried to mate with the side of the delivery truck. There was a cacophony of squealing tires, breaking glass and crumpling metal. I jumped out of the car about the same time as the delivery truck driver. I figured Cal was out cold.
"What the...?" the truck driver yelled. "My truck!"
Milton got out of the car and came up beside me as I looked through the driver's side window at Cal's head lying against the steering wheel. I checked his pulse. He was still breathing and wasn't bleeding anywhere...
Steve McBrevity about 5 years ago
Oh no! Rather hoped he’d be scrambled eggs not over easy.
Neville Hunt about 5 years ago
Well Steve, if he’d been scrambled eggs, it would’ve been all over, easy.