I just had a huge load of siding delivered today, which was fun. I met the truck driver at the bottom of the hill and he asked where I wanted it, at which time I gestured towards the top of the mountain and told him we needed to go to the top. He was really nice and everything, but on the way up he kept grumbling about how he was driving a new truck that they just got from California and he was worried that all of the overgrown branches brushing the sides would leave marks or bust his mirrors off.
It started to get a little steep, so we made it as far as we could and then he unloaded it and we headed back down the hill. Our windows were rolled down and on the way he got stabbed in the shoulder with a branch that came through the window. Not more then 15 seconds later, the same thing happened to me, except I got mine in the chest and arm. I joked with him that he was just trying to even things out, one for him and one for me.
As another tree branched scraped over the top of his rig he laughed and said that not only did he wish he could do that, but that we were not even close to being even.
Hmmm.
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So I drive back into town and feel and itch on the back of my neck. I reach to scratch it and feel something grabbing my fingers, at which point I freaked out a little bit and threw whatever it was to the ground. "It" was a big black beetle. Apparently it had decided to hitch a ride in my hair for an hour or so.
I hope that Mr. Beetle likes the sidewalks of Bellingham, because he is a long way from home.
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