Yeah, you know.
Anyhoo, I was cruising home, decided to get some Ice Cream, so whipped by the store and got 2 half gallons, NP, in and out in 5 minutes.
Was once again on the way home, Ice Cream on the floorboard because it was on the seat until I had to hit the brakes suddenly due to some
some 100 year plus senior citizen attempting to manuever their RV in a U turn, but I digress...
So I was cruising down the 60, tunes blaring, a balmy 110 degrees, windows down, AC broken, when ahead of me, a young man decided to choose that time and place
to end his life and jumped from the overpass and into oncoming traffic, of which I was a part.
Needles to say, traffic came to a screeching halt and was tied up for several hours, so by the time I finally got home, I was hot, tired, oddly aroused,
and my Ice Cream was liquid and beyond salvation.
Why do bad things always seem to happen to me?