last month i told ben i'd kill for a volvo. somehow the gods of fate got this confused and thought i said i wanted to be killed by a volvo. easy mistake.
on my way home from the country today i encountered a nasty accident on the freeway. one of those large trucks transporting cars rolled. i'm not sure how it happened, i was too busy singing along to the radio to notice that part. wrecked cars were everywhere, but luckily i was able to avoid being hit.
when everyone started getting out of their cars i called ben. i was busy recounting the story to him when a man motioned for me to get out of my car--i hung up and got out. "hey, i saw you on the phone. how long until the police arrive?" "umm, i didn't call 911. i called my brother. dispatch operators hear this stuff all the time, and i thought he would be more impressed by the story." he glared and me and walked away without saying a word. no wonder people hate me.
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wow
Glad you're OK. I heard traffic was backed up today at the spaghetti bowl. Maybe that's why.
If that ever happens again and you and I happen to live in the same city and if I'm still working as a news reporter...I kindly request you call me before 9-1-1. Is that cool? I need sources dammit.
You are the real life Elaine on Sienfeld...
She is the real Elaine. If you've ever met her in person you'd really think that. I saw her push a guy in the chest once, just like Elaine.
Miss you girl!
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