On September 18, 2009, lightning struck not once but twice. Leaving to go out to meet some friends, I started my car and then seconds later it cut off. After a few What the Fucks, it dawned on me that my fuel light had come on earlier in the day, but usually it comes on then goes off and a day or two later I get gas. It’s been that way for 5 years now; well not that day. In disbelief I got a lift to a gas station and bought a gas can and put a gallon of gas in it. Hoping it would fix the problem, I had no idea of the bigger problem that lay ahead. Getting near closer to my car, I noticed a big branch in the middle of the road. Then a dreadful thought crossed my mind, which turned out to be real.
In the ten minutes I was out of my car a dead tree branch from a massive old tree had fallen directly on to the roof of my car, shattering my sunroof and leaving very noticeable dents in various spots on the roof and side of my car and giving my already dirty car a nice thick coat of dirt and debris. So not only did my car stall from lack of gas but because it did, my car was parked under the tree when the branch fell.
Now my car is resting at John Harris in Lexington and hopefully after 2 weeks, I’ll get it back. To add insult to injury since only the branch was dead and not the tree, I have to pay a deductible. Life is grand. I’ll end this post with a quote from a Lonely Island song “Fuck Trees, I climb buoys, Mother Fucker.”
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