Thursday night after church.
I was driving on White Ave by Fairplex and I saw something out of the corner of my eye, it looked like a tail.
Mel: Mom, I think I hit something
Mom: No, I didn’t see anything.
3 seconds later this horrid smell penetrates the atmosphere.
Simultaneously we look at each other…
Me: Yeah, I hit something Mom: You hit a skunk!
My mom then proceeds to call my brother, sister, and dad. She also calls Tita Cindy since none of the above were answering their phones.
In my 5-6 years of driving I have never hit anything. I was bound to do it sometime, I suppose.
Oh, my mom did not allow me to park in the driveway. Saturday when we were leaving for Delano the car still had a skunk smell.
Wonder if it still smells.
I’ll let you know.