Driving into work and I make a quick move to avoid a car. My hat slides across my dashboard and out into the morning air. D'oh! I'm so unlucky with caps. I'll get another. I could've reached out and stopped it. It moved in slow motion, across the dashboard, hung up for a microsecond on the lip of the door then, whoosh. I watch it in my rearview mirror. Sayonora, baseball cap.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
that happened to me once with a $50 bill sitting on the dashboard. i won't divulge why i needed to crack the window on the freeway in 97 degree mosquito-infested weather, but perhaps you can guess. needless to say, it cost me.
m: that sounds painful. much much much painful.