It was a fine evening in rural Mardonia. I remember it like it was yesterday, I was eating a TV dinner with my attractive wife Karen, it was the beef rib dinner. Some game show was on and I was thoroughly enjoying it's witty host and realistic contestant. Suddenly I heard a noise outside and a white light saturated my living room. When I came to I found my living room in shanbles. Karen was distrought and swearing in no particular coherence. I was still in my recliner, pinned down by my TV tray and it was then I saw him. A man, he had white hair and a beard, he looked wise and seemed to have a lot of experience, like he was some sort of elected official. It was then that he spoke to me: "Oh Jesus, where am I? Is this my house? God, I am so hammered right now." I suddenly realized what was going on, this man wasn't John McCain or some kind of deity he was some alchoholic who drove into my house.
I escaped from beneathe my TV tray and apprehended him. I held him while Karen called the Mardonian authorities. When they arrived they drew their weapons and demanded I let the man go. I complied and they helped him to his feet, I suspected to put him in handcuffs and charge him with DUI, but this was not to happen. They tackled me in my own home and demanded I apologize to the man. When I asked why they said that my house shouldn't of crossed his path. The idea that my house's location and somehow my ownership of it made this act of negligence my fault. After they left I slept out in a tent in my front yard, and almost froze to death. When I awoke the next day the mail lady was pulling away from my house. I went to my mailbox where I suspected that I had recieved some package. I rummaged through my mail hoping to find something to brighten my day, but to my dismay I found a bill for the damage to the man's car. How is it that I should have to pay for the negligence of another? Is that the American way. Then I opened another letter making me aware that my water was leaking and my sewer was polluting the springs and I would have to pay for that also.
PFA
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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