Midwest Chick's Place

So, we’re outside waxing cars yesterday and from next door comes a wail:  AUGGGHH, YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT, WAUGHGGGH, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE,  WOOOOHAUGH….  etc.  

But it continues for a few minutes so a little investigation is in order–dude might have had his hand caught in his car door or something or be pinned under something-that’s how loud it was.

The cause of all of this wailing and angst echoing throughout the neighborhood?

He spilled a can of pop in his new car.

Apparently, being clumsy causes him to talk to himself in the third person as well as turns his volume up to eleven.

Sigh.