25/06: The Accused
So I’m having one of the worst days ever—literally. Two atomic blasts. One happened at 7:49 a.m. The other happened at…some point in the afternoon. (The nuclear fallout has affected my short-term memory.) I’m at ground zero both times. Not to mention three of my kids are sick with fever.
But to add insult to injury, I’m handed a hardcopy of an e-mail with the subject line “Incident in the Garage.” Long story short, someone has accused me of hitting their car in the parking garage.
ARRRRRRGGGGG! (sigh) I didn’t hit any car. I think this person is a victim looking for an accident. Regardless, I gotta deal with it. Among other things.
But to add insult to injury, I’m handed a hardcopy of an e-mail with the subject line “Incident in the Garage.” Long story short, someone has accused me of hitting their car in the parking garage.
ARRRRRRGGGGG! (sigh) I didn’t hit any car. I think this person is a victim looking for an accident. Regardless, I gotta deal with it. Among other things.
