Just when I thought I’d never have a new set of wheels again, meet this week’s 2011 Chevy Malibu, courtesy of a pesky Stop & Shop pole that jumped in Doug’s path as he was maneuvering his way through the parking lot. (Yes, he’s fine. The only thing he hurt was his pride.)
I think of all the cumulative donuts he must have performed in the THS parking lot with beer in the trunk from 1988-91 without so much as a scratch, and now, while driving five miles per hour with nothing but a bag of whole milk, Juicy Juice and Cheerios in the backseat, his car ends up an accordion.
I’m pretty sure that was the last errand he’ll run for me in a very long time.