Although it was Saturday, the server was corrupted. He had to fix it off hours so no work’s interrupted.
Committed to go, he jumped in his Mustang. (Although he left his key card behind- dang!)
Before very long (he hadn’t travelled five blocks), a sight appeared that made him jump out of his socks!
The car up ahead moved into the left lane, then suddenly swerved! This man was insane!
On horn and on brake, Jer pushed with his might, but the car up ahead continued moving right.
Unable to stop the upcoming ordeal, the cars met and bumped, with a crunch and a squeal.
Blood started boiling in the back of Jer’s head. His knuckles turned white, his face became red.
“My beautiful car! What has this idiot done?” Jer roared to himself. He was not having fun.
He jumped outside with a curse on his lips, when the man stepped out… with sixty inch hips.
The swear fell away, voice crumbled to dust. “I think that he’d maybe eat me if I cussed!”
The man approached Jer. “I’m sorry!” said he, “I didn’t see that island in front of me!”
“I’ll call the police, we’ll see what they say.” This is not how anyone wants to spend their day.
The cops came and went, insurance exchanged, but Jer wasn’t quite sure who it was the Cop blamed.
The process drags on, as these things sometimes will, but Jer hopes he’s not stuck with the high repair bill.
The estimate on his prize vehicle you see, is thirteen hundred, that’s a lot to me!
It may be up to three weeks before the case is settled, until then, Jer’s poor car will have twisted metal.
