bad choice of words

 I rear-ended a car this morning. So there we are alongside the road and slowly the driver gets out of the car . . . and you know how you just get sooo
 stressed and life seems to get funny?
Well, I could NOT believe it . . he was a midget!  pretty gross huh?  small hands, smelled like cabbage.

He storms over to my car, looks up at me and says, “I AM NOT HAPPY!”






 So, I look down at him and say, “Well, which one are you then?”… and
 THAT’S when the fight started . .

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