I suppose so.
I left for work the other morning and leaving my neighborhood, I approached the beast.
A pothole…a big one.
The crazy thing is, I know it’s there. I drive around it every day.
Not this day.
For some reason, I saw it, but didn’t move and hit it head on with a loud bang.
I said some words. Many words. Words that I can’t say on the radio or I’m in the unemployment line.
So what’s the positive in all this? (trying to do that for 2019). I was close enough that I could limp back home and change the tire in the garage instead of War Memorial…and, who knew I had a full size spare in the trunk?
I’ll take that any day.