The Ragin' Mrs. and I were trying to do some sort of fun thing yesterday, and we decided to drive through one of the canyons to get to that fun thing.
Yeah, that didn't work out so well. We got stuck in traffic, major delays, and the Mrs. had her magic talking elf-box out, and there were traffic accidents in front of us and behind us, leaving us locked in place. After sitting in a line of cars on a two-lane canyon road for way too long, we saw a wrecker headed in the opposite direction with a car loaded up on it. A newer Ford Mustang, white and red, with the front end absolutely crunched.
About five minutes later, here comes another wrecker with the other car. Some white luxury sedan, (I think it was Audi) again with the front end absolutely crunched. It had been a head-on collision. Both cars, straight in the kisser. Kapow.
I don't know the exact amount of damage, but I'm guessing that was six figures of pain on those two wreckers.
Ouch, bro.
We got word that the Highway Patrol had shut the road down to clean off all the oil and fluids that had been spilled, so we turned around and headed back out. Didn't see any accident on the other side, so perhaps that was a false alarm.
Side note - the Mrs. stated that she needed to find a restroom, so we pull over at this little hippy place that serves coffee and hummus and other organic stuff like that. As we're walking in, we see a sign saying they need some help. The Mrs. has been looking to pick up some extra cash, so she inquires. She now has a job.
My conservative wife is going to be making hippy food. Part time. I must find a way to turn this to my advantage.
2 comments:
Once she starts with that hippie tofood, your man food is history unless you cook it. Warning #2: kale takes up all the room in the fridge. Stock up on beans. Rivrdog.
I can't eat kale. Can't eat anything from the cabbage family. Turns me into a bio-weapon. She feeds me kale at her own risk, and she knows it.
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