It is SOOOOOOOOOOO #Monday. I am about 5 miles from the end of my 35 mile commute when I notice that I appear to have a tail swinging behind me. It is Big Cat Week on NatGeo so initially I am all I am a Cheetah! (and then chirped, because they dont roar). Because I am curious, as well as fast, I of course check this out as SOON as I get to the parking lot at work. The following pics are what I pulled (probably 15+ feet) out of my tailpipe. A student walks past and immediately says, Oh My God. Did you call Campus Police? I point to my phone because I am already getting (excellent) advice from Tom Teknos. (Thank you for letting me borrow your husband Kasie Norman!). Then I realize she thinks I killed someone. (If she hadnt run away, I would have corrected her. NOW, Im just owning that $hit. Cant wait to see this on RateMyProfessor) But not only had I checked the evidence for blood, I also did so in a way which would avoid me leaving my DNA on the evidence. I had also determined that there is NO WAY POSSIBLE someone could hit anyone with that bad of hair, wig, or weave and NOT noticed the HORRIFIC color job. I called my mechanic and messaged him the pics. After agreeing that nothing you could have hit sports hair that ugly, his verdict aligned with Toms (and he added Catalytic Converter to Muffler insulation). THEN, and this is why I LOVE my mechanic, when I described how my truck seemed to be running better than ever, AND getting better gas mileage, he said Well, dont worry then. Dont come in until theres a problem! Marcia Peters Martin, can you ask Jason if he agrees? Because it would be SUPER-AWESOME if I am safe letting this go until I NEED to fix it because I am stopped.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 02:17:46 +0000
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