You do NOT wanna see my pants

ME: driving under an expressway overpass on a little two-lane road, doing about 20-25 mph

PLOW TRUCK: driving 20 feet above me on the expressway, doing his duty

Our paths meet, as 500 gallons of expressway slush gets pushed over the bridge railing and rains down upon my car

the sound: like a ton of bricks, fallen from the sky

my car? dirty as hell, and a bit shaken up

my pants? thoroughly soiled

So, him doing his duty made you do your doo-die?

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UGH! Well, it’s better than having a truck or a rock fall on you, but still, UGH!

Time for you to find a car wash. And a laundry.

The news last night had video of some poor guy standing on a street corner as a plow drove by. The wall of slush knocked him down and he was still down when a second plow came by and covered him again. Not a good day, eh fella?

Sorry you crapped your car.

That was here in Indy.

But seriously, you crapped yourself, TDIE?