Captainkirk's Duster project

For you CaptainKirk : <--- This was written by CaptainKirk, NOT ME. Just thought I would cut and paste it so it would be easier for everyone to read..

“Once you’ve hit Rock Bottom, there’s no where to go but up.” Unknown

A lot of things happened over the next 48 hours, but most of it was a blur. Call it shock; call it trauma, just don’t call it late for dinner. Two guys stopped to see if anyone was hurt when they saw the li’l red minx smoochin’ with the telephone pole. I think they gave me a lift home. I say “think” because I just don’t know for sure. Anyway, I got there. I must’ve looked a mess; bent-up specs, shiner in the works and all. Either Dave or Al (or both) drove me to the ER to be checked out. I had a shiner under construction, bruised ribs, a huge purple welt across my abdomen (from the seat belt) and a lacerated kidney, along with other miscellaneous cuts and bruises, but I was intact, at least. They released me sometime during the wee hours of the morning with an doctor’s note to stay off my feet a few days, although he released me to return to school Monday. After a few restless hours of tossing and turning, I woke early to call in to work. Old Mr. Toad was most understanding; if I may quote him; “ I hired you because I thought you were reliable…obviously you’re not. Don’t bother returning”. And you thought you had a nice boss! Thanks boss, I love you too!
At least I got to sleep in…….