Close Enough

After work at Amoeba on Sunday. We walk over to the lot behind Baja Fresh. Kirk is limping. His foot cramped up so badly on the way down from the mezzanine that he had to sit on the stairwell and grab his toes in agony. We reach my car…

This is what I get for parking in something other than my usual, protected, blessed spot.


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  1. mom - November 10, 2006 at 4:53 pm Reply

    I just hope that gold Camry did not have a front seat passenger.

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