Jackie Danicki

So she slams into me and get this … because her SUV was so large … she keeps coming once she’s hit me.

She obviously thinks she’s run over a rock.

Meanwhile, the rear of my car is folding up like an accordion.

Andrew, God bless him, has the mechanical knowledge of his father.

“Do we have a flat tire, Dad?” he asks as this girl keeps plowing into us.

“No,” I say calmly. “We have a woman wrecking into us.”

I’ve been reading Uncle Bob for over eight years. He used to update daily, but now it’s only very occasionally. I don’t know what I’ll do if he ever retires completely, but I’m sure it involves weapons and tears.

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