While driving my 5 on the highway today, I was about 50 feet behind a Mazda 3 (I was also one lane to the left) that suddenly launched a somewhat large, solid chunk of snow off its roof. The chunk of snow came straight at me, striking the 5 on the right side of the hood just above the inside corner of the headlight. Hard.
I followed the 3 and parked right next to it at a ski center. I got out and quickly looked at the hood before the 3's driver got out; my blood began to boil as I noticed that there was a "depression" about a foot in diameter where the snow hit.
What did I do then, you might ask? Not much, because that driver was my WIFE. I had been following her to the ski area to check out a tubing park for our 4 year old son, and we were going separate ways after that.
Was I angry with her for leaving the friggin' snow on the car? Nah. Because I was the a-hole who cleaned (didn't clean?) the snow off.
I feel like hanging myself; or at least chopping off my own balls...
I followed the 3 and parked right next to it at a ski center. I got out and quickly looked at the hood before the 3's driver got out; my blood began to boil as I noticed that there was a "depression" about a foot in diameter where the snow hit.
What did I do then, you might ask? Not much, because that driver was my WIFE. I had been following her to the ski area to check out a tubing park for our 4 year old son, and we were going separate ways after that.
Was I angry with her for leaving the friggin' snow on the car? Nah. Because I was the a-hole who cleaned (didn't clean?) the snow off.
I feel like hanging myself; or at least chopping off my own balls...
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