Tennyson got out early last Friday.
We went to get lunch at Panera.
Because we love ourselves some mac and cheese.
The parking lot for these upper scale fast food places is like a stock show in Texas…
I find a primo spot
Waiting for the lady to fix her lipstick
Before she moves her ass out of my way
“What was that?”
“dat ugly man dere jis hit your car.”
She was right.
He backed directly in to my car.
And then he got out of his car and said
“sorry bout that”
like he just dropped my banana.
That is all you can say.
Tennyson said to him:
“why you gots dat stick in your mouth?
at almost 5 she has not ever seen…
And then she said to him:
“dat is so skusting you bees going around hitting my Mommy’s car”
I was nice and told him I knew he didn’t mean to,
I would need him to fix it.
He handed me his insurance card with all of his contact information:
I read the back of the Geico card.
Care to guess the first thing you are to do?
Check the safety of all involved?
Move vehicles from intersection?
Do Not Admit Guilt
Shit you not,
is what it said.
“do not share your liability limits”.
The last thing on the card was…
I deal w/ Mason
And hope we have a happy outcome.
I will send Tennyson to kick his ass.