Body Work

A terribly nice gentleman crashed into my Beetle the other day. He was behind me in a queue of slow-moving traffic, when he distractedly drifted into my rear end. He couldn't have been more charming about it, which put me off posting the photo of him I took at the time, posing beside the damage.

I collected my car this morning, looking all shiny and polished. The car, that is - I felt like a wreck, having slept even less than usual. A busy day ensued, as they say, finishing off at the cinema tonight (Gone Girl - a cracking psychological thriller). I was perplexed when the lass at the ticket desk asked if I wanted tickets that were standard adult, or OAP. Turns out she said VIP, but the damage to my ego was done.

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(It's not my Beetle in the photo, nor does my body appear in the video)