The first time I ever went on the road we were driving to Grande Prairie. It was the first weekend in January, so the roads were not ideal. At one point the headliner (who was driving) moved forward in his chair to remove the ice from the wiper blades hitting them against the window. While his arm was out of the window and he was leaned forward the car hit black ice. We swerved a lot, but control was (miraculously) restored. A moment passed then the headliner looked at me and said, "You know, I'm not afraid to die." To which I replied, "That should have been mentioned in the contract."
Either looking at my fingernails or pulling out a wedgie. (I may need to write better stuff.)
