Crash
by Scott Hardie on November 2, 2007
Some days are so bad, you feel like you've been the only driver in a demolition derby without a car.
Four Replies to Crash
Amy Austin | November 2, 2007
Never mind, I just reread it and think I already have my answer.
And since I feel like I've been "driving" in the same derby (Flintstone-style) for... well... a couple of years now, believe me when I say, "I feel your pain..." ;-)
Jackie Mason | November 7, 2007
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Scott Hardie | November 8, 2007
Work stuff. The job's fine; some days are just overwhelming.
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Amy Austin | November 2, 2007
Is this totally metaphorical, Scott, or did you really wreck your car???