We were just north of Cambridge on the M11 this evening when the traffic suddenly bunched. A while ago, I managed to rear end a car on this very road, and I'm now careful to ensure a gap between me and the next vehicle. A good tactic as it turns out. Sadly, the guy behind me hasn't left quite enough room and we touch, ever so briefly and ever so slightly. In fact, K___ had to ask whether the guy really had hit us. He had, so we pulled the car over and checked the damage.
Well, I think he may have dislodged some of my dirt, but that was it, I think. His car was similarly unmarked. Something of a miracle, really. As we were exchanging details, I said to him, "My wife's pregnant, you know?" hoping to make him a little chagrined.
That's the first person I've told. I kinda didn't imagine it like this...
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