Alex called me at about 11 a.m. this morning to tell me how his commute went. Evidently it did not go well.
He started by saying, “I came around a corner and there was some sort of creature in the road…”
My mind’s eye immediately conjured up this:
“So I swerved,” Alex continued…
Meanwhile, my mind’s eye was busy rejecting the Yeti as too unrealistic. But what kind of creature could cause Alex to swerve out of control?
I interrupted Alex to ask him if he was okay. It seemed like the considerate thing to ask at this point in the conversation. Dude’s fine.
My mind’s eye:
Of course, by this point, I was deadly curious to know what giant and exotic animal had NEARLY DESTROYED ALEX.
My mind’s eye: A deer. I really did imagine a deer. It seemed likely.
I was wrong. The “creature” that caused Alex to swerve?
I know. I lost a little respect for Alex too. I love squirrels as much as the next guy, probably more (probably A LOT more), but you don’t swerve for them. Duh.
Anywho, then Alex said that the car seems to be fine, except he blew out a tire on the curb or something. And he lost a little bit of dignity.
Here’s the thing about Alex and the reason he called though. I don’t think it was for my special brand of patented Stimey support. (Although I can’t imagine why not.) It was for this: