Thursday, September 29, 2005
I'm cursed, Dayjobbers. I'm sure y'all remember when a few weeks ago I was driving to work and the car in front of me flipped dog entrails onto my windshield (I'd link to the post, but I'm very lazy and I know no one cares enough to re-read it). So I'm driving home from work last night on 316, and I'm just getting into Oconee County when a squirrel runs out under my car. Thump! I don't like running over animals, as it makes me feel all queasy and guilty inside, so I was still kind of grossed out when I remembered I needed to stop by the mall to pick up a birthday present for a co-worker before I went home. So I went to the mall, and I parked next to a lady who was loading her 2 kids into her car and had her passenger door wide open and jutting into the parking space I was pulling into. I avoided the door and smiled at her as I got out and walked toward the mall. However, as I'm walking away, I hear her shouting at me..."Hey....hey...hey lady...hey you, white lady, hold up!" I turn around and the woman is waving at me to come back to my car - I was still in a bad mood after my bout of squirrel killing and preferred to be left alone, but I started to walk back to my car and responded "Yes, ma'am?" The woman scrunched up her face like something smelled funny and said "Girl, I didn't mean to holler at ya but I turned around after I shut my door and saw that you got something funky stuck on your tire you might wanna clean up." And sure enough, when I examine my left front tire, there appears to be something a few inches long, a little bloody and very furry stuck to one of the divets in my hubcap, which I'm assuming (although I didn't examine it too closely), was probably part of that dead squirrel's tail. I waited until the lady left and proceeded to remove the gore with a leftover Chick-fil-A straw I found in my glove compartment, and wiped my hubcap off with some wet wipes I keep handy for when my niece and nephew eat ice cream or other sticky shit in my car. I never assumed I would use wet wipes for this purpose. I guess I'm going to need to put together a roadkill cleanup kit to keep in my car from now on with the way my luck is looking. I swear, if this happens to me one more time I'm just trading my Toyota in for a tank or something. GROSS!
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