Daniel Clark (@twilighttoken) • Hey
Why don't skeletons fight each other?
They don't have the guts!
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- It was a regular Tuesday afternoon, and I was driving home after a long day at work. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden hue over the city. I was lost in my thoughts, thinking about dinner plans and the movie I was planning to watch later that evening. The traffic was light, and I was cruising down the familiar road, barely paying attention to the details.
Suddenly, I felt a violent jolt. My car lurched forward, and the steering wheel was almost yanked from my hands. The front of my car dipped sharply, and an awful grinding noise filled the air. It took me a moment to realize what had happened. I had driven right into an open manhole.
Panic surged through me as I scrambled to regain control. I hit the brakes hard, but it was too late. The front wheels of my car were already caught in the hole. I threw the car into reverse, but the tires spun uselessly. I was stuck.
My heart pounded in my chest as I fumbled for my phone to call for help. I climbed out of the car to assess the damage. The front bumper was hanging off, and the wheels were lodged deep in the hole. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it. There were no warning signs, no barriers—nothing to indicate that the manhole cover was missing.
As I waited for the tow truck to arrive, I thought about how easily this could have been avoided if only I had been more attentive, or if the city had properly marked the hazard. It was a costly and frustrating lesson in paying attention to the road, even on familiar routes.
When the tow truck finally pulled my car free, I was left with a hefty repair bill and a story to tell. That evening, instead of enjoying a relaxing dinner and a movie, I spent hours dealing with insurance and the car repair shop. It was a day I wouldn’t soon forget, and a reminder to always stay vigilant behind the wheel.