A Pain in the Rear...

I got rear-ended yesterday morning on my way to work by a man who was riding my bumper as soon as I started my commute from Mazomanie to Madison. He chose to distract himself with other things instead of driving, and neglected to notice 20+ cars patiently waiting in front of him for a bus to load up children. Impacting my car was the result of his tailgating. I saw it coming, but tried to hope for the best. My coffee exploded in my car and covered pretty much everything- it went in my vents, on my ceiling, on the passenger seat, in the back seat, all over my windshield, and on me. It felt worse than it was and thankfully Dusty relieved my frustration and concern by popping my bumper back into place and wiping off the license plate numbers that had found a way to imprint themselves on my bumper. This is, the third time I've tried writing about yesterday morning, but nothing seemed to look right. I tried to add "awesome adjectives" and insert "imaginable images," but came to the conclusion that I just didn't want to devote so much time to a small moment that I'd rather not have had. So, this seed of a story will only develop into a violet, and I'll move on to write something more desirable.