I was in a car accident this morning.
I am so embarrassed. I rear-ended a car this morning with my truck. Rosie, my dog, was with me but thankfully, no one was hurt.
So, there I was, alongside the road and in complete shock (and pissed) about what just happened. As I sat there looking for my insurance papers, the other driver opened his car door and started to step outside.
It only took me a moment to realize that the other driver was a DWARF (ok, little person)!!! I know that “dwarf” is not the “politically correct” thing to say these days but that was the first word to pop into my head.
I thought perhaps I had hit my head or something and maybe it wasn’t a dwarf but in fact I had a concussion! I rubbed my eyes, looked at Rosie to make sure she was normal size, then looked back at the man. Nope, no concussion, that guy was a dwarf!
So the little dude in the car storms over to my truck, looks up at me, stamps his teenie tiny foot on the ground and shouted,
“I AM NOT HAPPY!!!”
Holding back my urge to giggle, I looked down at him and said,
“Well then…which one are you?”
That’s when the fight started…