Posted on Friday, April 3, 2009
in Quickie, Strange and Unusual
What made her do it?
-Was it the recession? Did stress stem her egg production and lead her to suicide?
-Did she really want to know what was on the other side?
-Was she the victim of a dare?
All I know is that I was minding my own business driving at a fair lick on the N11 when a brown streak ran underneath my fore-left tyre and died quickly. My rear view mirror showed a cloud of brown feathers as the articulated truck behind almost crashed. It was as though somebody shot a pillow point-blank.
I was involved in a hit-and-run, and I feel terrible.
That’s all I have to say about that.
PS. Shortly afterwards I was to be found wandering down the median strip of a dual-carriageway on a completely unrelated matter. If you beeped at a lady wearing a white hoodie and looking very confused, that was me. I’ve had a very weird morning, but you’ve probably already gathered that.