There’s blood on my car windshield
And no, I did not run over a homeless person.
Nor did I hit a bunny.
And please, no jokes re: driving while Asian. That’s *my* line, bitches.
Last night while driving on the freeway home from work, there was a fresh carcass on the road. Something on the biggish side. A dog or very large racoon or something like that.
I did NOT hit it. I did NOT hit it. I did NOT hit it.
Nope.
I just happened to be driving in the lane over from a car that *did* hit the carcass.
At such a velocity that bloody bits were propelled from that driver’s wheels onto the hood of my car. I had a minor panic moment as I realized my moonroof was open too but, while the splatter was pretty high and significant, it wasn’t *that* high.
But yeah.
If that doesn’t make you go quadruple umlaut eeuuuueuuuuueuuu then I don’t know what could.
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