After Grace practically dressed me herself, we got in the car and hurried to Katie Lynn's shower. We were running late, a detail that Grace would be sure not to let me forget for weeks. As our vehicle, a John Deere 9420X tractor, approached the interstate, traffic slowed to a complete stop.
"Well this is just damn great, isn't it?" Gracie muttered from the passenger seat, "Why am I even talking to you about it? You probably planned this so we could be as late to the baby shower is possible."
"Trust me, if it was my decision, we'd be out of the car as soon as possible. I'm tired of hearing you nag, you bicth," I responded. I immediately knew I had fucked up big time.
"Oh, really? Is that how you feel?" she said, before jumping out of the car into oncoming traffic. I watched with horror as a steamroller flattened her like a pancake. This day was proving to be pretty terrible.
