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fast approaching an unidentifiable lump in the road, i held my course. 30 feet from the lump, a bushy tail twitched. i immediately recognized it to be a squirrel. i swerved, sparing the little critter. my first thought was that he must have been sleeping. then i realized i was retarded.
the squirrel had been hit earlier, and was suffering a slow, painful death. i felt sorry for it, and became angry at myself for not running over him and enabling his departure to the great oak tree in the sky. i then decided to loop around and squish the little guy. when i put on my blinker to loop around, i realized that was even more retarded. i returned my blinker to the off position.
the conundrum consumed my thoughts. after 20 minutes, distraught turned to anger when i realized those were 20 minutes i would never get back. 20 minutes spent pondering the existence of a stupid squirrel. I decided the next time i see a squirrel crossing the road (or sleeping for that matter), i'm gonna flatten the little fucker. one of those little bastards must pay for every second of my tortured 20 minutes. 20 minutes i could have spent thinking about new donut fillings, monkeys dancing in little sailor suits, or even garden gnomes made of milk chocolate.
Posted by griff at May 28, 2004 03:36 PM