Ghost Story (Or, I cannot explain this)
So, my son has a small car these days and sometimes he travels 30 odd miles across country to visiti his girlfriend. I worry, of course I do, but he's a reasonable driver so he keeps in touch and I put those fears to the back of my mind.
Sunday night, he comes into the house, shaking, in tears and has actual goosebumps. I brace myself, hug him and say "What happened?"
He says, "I don't know, I really don't know." Okay, I think, he's in shock.
"Are you hurt?" "How much damage to the car?" I ask, expecting a tale involving dents and broken glass.
"None," he says, sounding like that is the worst thing ever.
"Start at the beginning," I say.
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Sunday night, he comes into the house, shaking, in tears and has actual goosebumps. I brace myself, hug him and say "What happened?"
He says, "I don't know, I really don't know." Okay, I think, he's in shock.
"Are you hurt?" "How much damage to the car?" I ask, expecting a tale involving dents and broken glass.
"None," he says, sounding like that is the worst thing ever.
"Start at the beginning," I say.
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