As Chris was driving across Kansas on Interstate-70 this morning, he had quite the "goosely" encounter. This is the call I received from Chris today.
"I hit a goose," Chris says.
I respond, "Was it on the road?"
"I hit a flying goose," Chris specifies.
"You hit a flying goose?!"
"Yep."
"Are you okay? Did it hit the windshield?"
"Well, if you were in the passenger side, you would've been front row to it all."
"Did it break the windshield?"
"Nah."
"Oh my God. I can't believe you hit a flying goose."
"Yea, it was pretty awesome," Chris chuckles. "It flew away, but I'm sure it's dead by now."
"Aw, poor thing." I always sympathize with an injured animal.
"There was a semi driving behind me when it happened. He drove up beside my car after I hit it and gave me a thumbs up."
"Glad you were able to impress the truckdriver."
"Yea, I think hitting a flying goose just made my week."
To the Goose who flew into Chris's windshield: I'm sorry you had to get into an accident with such a crappy car, but you should've known to avoid car models named KIA.
"I told him to stay in the V, but does he listen? No."
This post just made my day. I forget that Chris is funny. Don't know how I do that...
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