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This story involves my experience one day while driving.
There I was, sitting comfortably in the drivers
seat of my monster truck and cruising around Stony Plain. The lightning paint job was glistening on its black background,
as I had just finished washing it.
As I recall, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. I knew this for a fact because for
a few moments I could only see the sky out my front window. Now answer me this: who drives a VW Beetle slowly in
front of a monster truck anyway? Well, there was one person, that's for sure. Emphasis on the word 'was'.
That poor little... ANYways, I was motoring around looking for a place to eat.
I slowly creeped up to the four-way
stop. And creeping up to anything in a monster truck is quite the difficult task, so I was quite proud of myself.
I was waiting my turn to go. Suddenly I became aware of a knocking on the passenger door. 'What could that be?'
I asked myself. Well, since I didn't want to have a whole conversation with myself I opened the door to investigate.
Now
I've seen some pretty scary looking senior citizens in my life, and this one was frightening indeed. She brandished
a silver cane, which she waved around emphatically and psychotically. Without further warning she hopped right in.
"Granny's
turn to drive, sonny!" and she whacked me right out the opposite window with that evil cane of hers.
I watched as she
squeeled the tires and took off. Suddenly she swerved onto the sidewalk, taking out a couple of pedestrians as she did
so. I screamed angrily at her for this outragous behaviour.
"Those would have been mine!!! Those were MMMYYYY PPPPPOOOOIIINNNNTTTS!"
And
thats how I lost my monster truck.
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