Body in a Trunk

This post sounds like it could take a turn for the macabre but don't worry, I got it all out in my last entry.

As I was driving to work the other day, I pulled into a parking lot and discovered a parked car with an open trunk. From the opening, I could see two legs, from the knee down, hanging out and twitching. My first thought was, I don't know what's going on, but I love it. The second, I hope this person is okay. That looks extremely uncomfortable. I then callously returned to, Hurt or not, that is hilarious. My soul might be lost at this point... I am waiting for karma to hit me like a speeding freight train.

The good news is, for those concerned readers, that a perfectly healthy, pimple-faced eighteen year old boy dressed in a what I have come to learn is a "Baja Hoodie" or a "Mexican Sweater" popular with frat boys during the late '80s, emerged completely intact. In his hand were art supplies that must have fallen through a vortex connected directly from the trunk to Eastern Asia or a perhaps more likely scenario, Tijuana. It seemed from his demeanor that he was in perfect health with the exception of his injured fashion sense; on reflection, I have become convinced that it was broken before he got stuck in the back of a Buick.

And now it is time for the "Lessons Learned" segment of this blog. Number one: college boys are nothing if not goal oriented... even if it takes them to the nether regions of questionable places. Number two: Men in ponchos are not to be trusted. Number three: I know what kind of car to drive the next time I have to dispose of several bodies at once.