I met a car accident last Sunday. As the photo shows, it seems like it was my fault but I refuse to believe that. Don’t ask me why. Women are just plain stubborn and this is one of the few times I will conform to that belief. Still, I don’t believe it’s my fault. Ok, maybe partly it was. But let me tell you how my day went which brought me to that awful accident.
To begin with, I woke up with huge zit on my right cheek. I thought it was so huge, I felt it occupied my whole face. Have you ever woken with a bad hair day? I’m sure everyone of us has had a day like that. Well, that’s nothing compared to waking up to a bad face day. With the hair, you can just put it up to a ponytail or hide it under a cap or a hat. But with a zit, it feels like it has a life of its own and starts talking to other people. When you talk to someone, all they see is that throbbing zit. As much as they want to look you in the eye, they are distracted. Hard as you can to conceal it, like I told you, it has a life of its own. And it’s not the introvert type. It makes sure you know it exists. Makeup, an ornate top or a very fancy pair of shoes, these things could not even help to take the attention away from your fabulous and ultra sociable zit. Ok ok, enough already. I think, point is clear. I have to tell you another craziness of my day.
Driving faster than usual and thinking of how to be home in 5 minutes or less, I felt a thud as I was trying to make a right turn. So there it was, a vehicle bigger than mine and an angry man shaking his head. Still, it was not my fault. At that instance, all I kept thinking was how to explain to this man how this huge zit has taken over my life. But my tummy got in the way. I won’t go into details how I convinced the man not to “put me in jail”. No really, let’s just say I won him over with my charm and zit. I mean, wit.
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