Rammed

Age has its ramifications.  Earlier today, as I left a store and approached my truck, I tripped on a dead cockroach – the summer Texas is merciless on all of God’ creatures – and slammed head-on into the front of my vehicle.  It’s a sturdy, high-level 2006 Dodge Ram.  So the damn thing hurt!

A young man rushed over and asked if I was okay.

“Sure”, I told him.  “Not baaaaad.”