Tuesday, July 18, 2006


What is it with the preppy junior accountants trying to kill me with their Porsches?

It was the third time in like a few months that somebody tried to run me over with their high-end automobile. Chevies, Pontiacs, Dodges ... no problem ... Porsches, Lexuses (Lexi?), and Mercedes, though - it's like I've got a luxury car magnet embedded in my skin.

I'm going to get a personalized license plate ... PJAH8ME.


1 comment:

Guy said...

With me it's old ladies. I've gotten clipped more times than I would care to recount by old ladies driving Buicks in parking lots. One time an old lady in a Buick backed into me with sufficient force that ended up splayed out semi-conscious on the trunk of her car as she was driving away. When I regained my senses after being stunned for a few seconds and knocked on her back window to get her to stop so that I could safely get off her trunk (I really didn't feel like sliding on asphalt). She berated me for "screwing around".