An (un)Usual Trip to the Post Office

Everyday I drive to the post office to get the mail for work. Nothing new ever happens to me. In fact, it's the most average thing in my life. (Except the morning I lost the box key due to an attractive Time Warner Cable boy, but we won't talk about that.)

This morning, I was on my way back to work from the post office, minding my own business, and happily getting my morning jam session in. I decided to take a side street to avoid traffic and enjoy my little break more than I should have. Some silver car KIA asshole backed out right in front of me and whipped into the street!

I cussed out loud as you can imagine, slammed on my breaks, and threw my hands up in the air. The car was in a hurry and as it peeled on by I glared. (my road rage has become quite the bad habit lately, but hey, those assholes deserve it!) I absolutely was not expecting what happened next.

A kitten, furry and black, fell out from under the car! It took a few rolls on the street before it faced the dreadful back tire. All I could think was, "first that asshole backed into the street and almost hit me....now he's a kitten killer!" Have no fear though, the kitten jumps up like it was nothing, I slam on my brakes, (for the second time) and it makes a mad dash for the nearest front porch!

By now the kitten is wondering what the fuck just happened and is cleaning itself. Then i'm wondering, "what the fuck just happened!?" Then the man in the truck that has been patiently waiting behind me during this whole ordeal is thoroughly pissed off, honks, and swerves around me! (the nerve of some people when obviously a poor kitten was almost squished in front of my very own eyes)

So that's it. I glance back at the kitten and continue on my back to work. (I assure you my mid-morning jam session did not continue after this scene)