Rarely in my life have I been able to understand the experience of a Gilmore girl. But after a drive to Dallas, Rory and I share a similar experience.
*bang*
"What was that?" my manager asks as she snaps out of the highway induced coma she has been in thus far.
"I just got hit by a dog," I reply with a perplexed expression on my face.
"You hit a dog?" she asks, attempting to clarify.
"No. I got hit by a dog," I answer as I watch the canine finish spinning a few circles before completing its sprint across the road.
It's no deer, but I did miss my test.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Then you really might know what it's like
Posted by David Dinsmore at 7:40 PM
Labels: From the car (my new desk)
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