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Gee. It looks OK from this side...
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OUCH! Well, what happened, was: I was just
moving the car in front of my friends house. I shifted the transmission into
Drive when the car just took off! I didn't even touch the gas pedal, yet. I ran
through her iron fence; through her garden (moved some pretty big rocks, too!)
and hit her garage. Bent the garage door in and smashed the corner of the
garage. My friend was standing about a foot from where my car hit.
Well, my friend asked me to back out of her garage, so I put the car in reverse.
The car lurched backwards. I almost hit a fire hydrant. Shortly
thereafter, the police arrived. I was so nervous; I kept saying "I can't
believe what I've done, I can't believe what I've done."
The officer said "That's nothing. I've seen cars go all the way inside the
garage, before". I said go look in the garage. Well, he went into the
garage and lo and behold, there was my friends Mercedes 300SEL, with the back
end all smashed-up.
And oh, no; that's not all. The Mercedes got pushed into her washer *and* dryer.
Mangled them all up too!
So Rick finally got there, just before the tow truck showed-up. He started to
tell the driver where to take the car; but the driver already knew. He was the
one who towed me the last time my car stalled. So he towed the car to our house
and as he was leaving, he turned and pointed his finger at me and said
"Lady, I don't want to see you no more!"
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Oh, my poor, poor Audi...
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