I thought perhaps the end of days was upon us but it turned out it was just a disoriented old lady in a champagne colored Toyota Avalon crashing into my world like D&D circa 1996. Who's got their claws in you my friend? Into your heart I'll beat again.
I saw their bodies tossed skyward like rag dolls thrown into the air by the late great Andre the Giant. I don't know. They appeared to be weightless, hitting zero-g like the fearless
crew of a forgotten Apollo mission, whose only objective was to obtain a beef and cheddar
classic and return home to Kathleen Quinlan, safe before sundown. I don't know. Part of me wishes I'd been hit by that car instead, so I could have gotten out of work early and gone far far away from shift manager Masha's judging emerald eyes.
"No, I didn't wash my shirt in between shifts Masha!"
"So what if i smell like roast beef!? This whole place smells like roast beef!"