I hung up my boss's station wagon on the railroad ties that lined his driveway. Didn't mean to. It doubled as the company's delivery vehicle. This one time I was supposed to take something out to his house to work on, because the guy was sick. His driveway was curved and on a hill, two challenges--especially when backing up. I had to go back up to the front door and inform him, and he, sick as a dog, had to make arrangements to have a tow truck come out.
A week later, making a run to the post office for the company, I pulled in to close too the drive-up mailbox and clipped off the radio antenna of this same car.
I kept my job somehow.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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