My trusty 1993 Ford gracefully pulled up to a four-way stop. No cars to the right. No cars to the left. Squirrel on the left. Squirrel approaching. What!
The only car around and a squirrel decides to run up to my car and the open driver's window. He's got a nut in his mouth and seems to be asking for more. He just stands there and waits. Hello! I am at the top of the food chain and my car can squash you. Go away. Be intimidated! Grrrr!!!
No luck. He just stood there watching me a few inches away. I started to get scared he was going to jump in for a ride.
Instead of humiliating myself and conversing tersely with the thing, I reved my engine. He got my drift and ran off.
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