Perfidy

From the afternoon inbox, I thought I’d share:

HOW THE FIGHT STARTED

I rear-ended a car this morning. So there we are alongside the road and slowly the driver gets out of the car . . .and you know how you just get sooo stressed out and life-stuff seems to get funny?

Yeah, well, I could NOT believe it. . . he was a DWARF! He storms over to my car, looks up at me and says, ‘I AM NOT HAPPY!’

So, I look down at him and say, ‘Well, which one are you then?’. . . and that’s when the fight started . . .