On Mrs. Rute's birthday, I was driving her and her friend back to our house. Let's just say, I was a little more that tipsy. About a half a mile from the exit, a baby deer decides to run across the highway right in front of us. All I saw was the head and those beedy little eyes. I think I took the head clean off. Anyway, I didn't want to stop since I had had a couple, so we continued home with me saying over and over, "Holy Shit we hit a deer, Holy Shit we hit a deer." Meanwhile, the ladies where both in the backseat cracking up. They were so ****ed up they didn't know what actually happened.
The next morning I had to go to work and the Mrs. Rute called the insurance guy to report the accident. Later that morning, she took the car to the shop. On the way there, she rear ends someone with deer guts literally hanging from the hood of the car. She had to call her insurance guy back and report that accident as well.
Do you ever get down on your knees and thank God you know me and have access to my dementia?