My Uncle Austin has recently died, and when I was driving him to his funeral. Now, there's a gate at the top of a hill that needs opening on the way out of where I live, and when I got out to open it, I forgot to put the handbrake on, so the car went rolling down the hill. It crashed into my brother's new car (it was parked at the side of the bottom of the hill), and as the car I was using wasn't mine, I had to pay for a replacement. The corpse got there in one piece eventually.
That day was hell, but now the funeral's over, looking back it's pretty damn funny (and quite ironic - I was having a go at my wife the other day for leaving the handbrake off). Really, I'm not quite as bad a driver as I sound.
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