Last night I learned what happens to all the lose change in your car. I was playing with my wedding ring, when I hit a bump. Lo and behold, my ring flew out of my hand in to the Ford Taurus' under belly. "Aww sh*t," I whispered to myself, "Allison is not going to like this one bit."
There is no greater thrill than traveling on the NJ Turnpike with one hand on the wheel, only occasionally glancing out the window to see what is up ahead. "Where is that stupid thing? My God... the car ate it!" I stepped on the brakes just in time to avoid ramming into a tractor trailer. It was then that I decided to stop the search at least while in transit.
Stopping at a parking lot, I decided to resume the treasure hunt for the object that signified the bond I formed with my wife, not so long ago. I found so much great crap! Bank statements, mapquest maps, several pennies, 2 dimes, and 3 Quarters. However, I couldn't find that ring!
My heart nearly sank when I saw that there was literally a hole of no return underneath the drivers seat. Anything dropped in there would most likely be lost forever! "Sh*t!" After 15 more minutes, I saw a crevice where there were 2 more quarters. I fished around more and viola, my ring! So what is the moral of this story? Your car eats stuff, lots of stuff. The whole back seat is full of stuff my car ate. Also wives don't find these types of stories amusing. Yup. A story like this will most likely get you a lecture. It's ok though, I wasn't really listening. I was too busy playing with my ring.
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* car * New Jersey * Turnpike * Wedding * Ring * humor * funny * comedy * silly * NJ * Ford
* Taurus * accident * entertainment
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