week 26, post 2: "Didja catch any fish?"

Too late I saw the brake lights and stopped pickup ahead of me. Bang!

The driver ahead and I stood side by side, viewing the damage. C:"My truck's fine. Just bent the hitch a little. You're the loser (viewing fluids running all over the street from my speared radiator). Do you want to report this?" W:"I don't see a need to if you don't. Is your lady ok?" C:"Yeah, she's fine." Then he noticed the boat/trailer behind my truck. C:"Didja catch any fish?" W:"No, I didn't even go. The motor's sick and I was taking it to be worked on." C:"Oh man! I'm sure sorry about that!"

We shook hands and parted, with mutual expressions of goodwill and good fishing.

Cajuns. Gotta love 'em (at least some!).

Peace, Warren.