Yesterday, I was shoveling up some sloppy slush in my parking lot where my girlfriend and I park our cars. I knew it was going to freeze overnight so I wanted to get rid of it.

*Three weeks earlier in Wal-Mart* I'm looking in the back section of home and garden for a shovel with my girlfriend and I say to her "darn they don't have what I want" and she says "A shovel is a shovel just pick one!" and I say "All these shovels have that steel blade on the tip these could be dangerous to our cars."


I think you know where I'm going with this story...

I'm always thinking ahead about this type of stuff.
I just don't like taking chances no matter how careful a person can be,
I always believed, "If you create a situation where something can happen, eventually it will".

Sure enough I get all done I'm taking one last look back making sure I didn't miss anything.
I swing around and BLAMMO, 4 inch long scratch down to the metal on the front fender near the headlight.