I sent Henry off to the market with his little wicker basket to fetch the ingredients I need for my SECRET pie.
He just called and yelled, "I’d like to thank you for sending me to Giant Eagle so I could have some jackass back into me!"
I was really panicked about it, wanting to know the degree of damage, but first I had to sit through Henry’s painful (because he’s a crappy storyteller) account of the accident. "….and I was just sitting there, at a complete stop, waiting for someone to pull out of the space ahead of me, when this dick comes backing out real fast into me and then he has the nerve to get out and yell at me! ‘Don’t you see people backing out?!’ Yeah, and I’m at a standstill!"
"And is there a lot of damage?" I cut in.
"….he just gets back in his car and leaves. Dumb bastard."
"Damage?" I ask again.
"I mean, if he hadn’t pulled out so fast…."
"Damage?" I ask with a mouthful of fingernails.
"….didn’t do any damage to the van…."
"Oh, you’re in the company van? Then I don’t care. Good bye."