Friday, May 27, 2005

Saw a dog get knocked over on my way back from lunch. In a cruel irony, if I can use that word in its Alanis Morissette sense, was that the last three letters of the registration plate of the offending vehicle were WAG. The driver got out of the car - not to check whether the dog was dead but to see if his car was damaged - and then drove along his merry way, no doubt to kill lots of other animals that dare to stray on to the highway. Meanwhile the dog, in an effort to avoid this kerazey driver, ran up the road in the opposite direction. All this happend to the dismay of several pedestrians who are still out there, some hours later, with their mouths wide open. Yes, it's a slow day at work.

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