...you come out of your local mini-mart with the paper and a box of fags and discover you've been awarded a pancake car, compliments of shoddy builders upstairs (no, not Upstairs, though I'm sure the builder will try to claim an Act of God).
This morning, in our main road...
Luckily,
a) no one was hurt - which is a frikkin' miracle
b) t'wasn't my car
Although I've parked in that very spot 548 326 times in the last 8 years.
As we like to say in SA, 'Ag shame' which means, 'I feel for you bru, but thank f*ck it wasn't me!'
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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