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Hot Glazed Goodness

I know, I know! But I wanted to add that if you show up at my yard sale--assuming that you know where I live--and if you buy something, you get doughnuts!

Doughnuts! From Krispy Kreme! Free with purchase of stuff from Koog's yard sale while supplies last. (That's supplies of doughnuts. If we run out of stuff by some freak of nature, I'll bring more from inside.)

The trip home from KK was marked by an incident involving Fedward's car. We were sitting at the exit from KK, waiting to turn left onto Rt. 1 when a woman driving what I believe was a Ford Escort attempted to enter the parking lot from the exit.

Her car bumped Fedward's car, causing some bit of damage to the back bumper; however, she jumped out of her car hollering that she really, really had to go to the bathroom. Without further ado, she trotted into the doughnut shop and availed herself of its facilities, I suppose. She seemed much calmer when she returned, though she never did find her insurance card.

Now, I know that an intense need to urinate can cause a person to take momentary leave of her senses, but this one seemed a little drastic to me.

A long time ago, I read an article that indicated that if you were involved in a motor vehicle accident while your bladder was full, your spleen could rupture because of the placement of lap belts.

I doubt the woman in the Escort-equivalent knows just how lucky she was. I mean, you can live without a spleen, but eeeew.

2001-05-05, I should be asleep comments (0)

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