Bump, Bump, Bump, Where’s the Scratch? (standard:humor, 913 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jun 27 2021	Views/Reads: 1078/733	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Temptations will come every day, but I have the strength in Christ to resist every temptation for the glory of God.

Life can get crazy because there are so many crazy people in the world.
I know, I'm one. 

Through the years, I have come to appreciate crazy people. They make
life interesting and make me look less crazy than I really am. 

The interesting thing is that a crazy person shows up in your life when
you least expect it. There's no way you can prepare for these crazy 
episodes. If only I could wear a camera on my glasses, I could make a 
fortune. 

The other day I drove through the McDonald's drive-through to order my
morning cup of coffee to take to my office. Of course, I do that every 
morning as a routine. 

This morning was rather a stressful kind of a morning, and I had a
schedule I wanted to complete for the day. So I was thinking about what 
I was going to do as I was driving through the drive-through. In front 
of me was a blue car and a lady driving it. 

She finished her order and then began driving forward, I started driving
forward and happened to look left at the ordering place, and 
unbeknownst to me, she stopped and I bumped into her bumper. 

Isn't that what bumpers are for? 

That was the beginning of one of the craziest episodes I've had in a
long time. Oh, that my camera was in place. 

As a young person, I enjoyed watching “Smile, You're on Candid Camera.”
I thought this was happening to me. 

The lady jumped out of her car screaming at me and shaking her fist, and
I thought it was a joke. You know how people like to prank other 
people, so I thought this was what was happening. 

I looked at her and started laughing, thinking that this was part of a
joke. 

The more I laughed, the more she yelled and screamed at me. She used
language that even sailors would not use in public. She asked me to do 
things to myself that are physically impossible to do. Enough said on 
that. 

Then she went to her car, got her cell phone, came back, and took
pictures of my truck's license plate. I hope I don't see it on 
Facebook. Then she took pictures of what my truck had done to her 
bumper. 

I got out to look, and I had to look very hard to find it, and finally,
there it was. A little scratch about the size of a fingernail. I looked 
at the front of my truck, and I couldn't find any scratches at all 
comparable to her scratch. 

She began yelling, “Don't you dare touch me!” 

I don't do a lot of things and not touching her was at the top of that
list. 

Then she took her cell phone and showed it to me and said, “I'm calling
the police.” 

We were in the middle of the drive-through, and the customers behind us
couldn't get through because she would not move until the police got 
there. 

The manager of McDonald's came out and calmed her down and finally got
her to move out of the line and wait for the police. I followed and 
parked next to her. 

As we were waiting for the police to come, she was taking pictures of
the tiny scratch. I did not talk to her; I just let her go and do her 
thing. 

Finally, the police arrived. I was a little concerned because we would


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