Drive Time Craziness
So, I'm driving home (actually to Fry's) at around 3:15pm on a Monday afternoon. There's a telephone company repair truck ahead of me and one ahead and to the left. Suddenly, (gasp!) I see some sort of brown paper bag blowing around. It goes from under the truck ahead of me, out the left side, up the right side of the other truck, and then finally below the truck in front of me.
I hate hitting bags for fear of some plastic bag somehow causing a weird technical failure in my car and killing me semi-instantly, so I try to figure out how I'm going to avoid it. There, sitting right in front of my car is a barely post-kitten cat. That motherfucker is staring right at me. I tap the brakes a little thinking, "I can't swerve and I'm not stomping on these brakes, you little piece of shit." Suddenly it bolts off the only direction that I think it could and actually survive. It made it off the road before I drove past.
Now, I don't know that the cat wasn't all fucked up, but it made it off the road at least. Holy shit! I'm not a cat person, but I want that fucking cat! I'd buy it a leather collar with "Bad Motherfucker" on it. I like my dogs, but they can't do that. Um, the end.
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