The Diary of A Simple Man

Had a close call this evening; I was driving at my usual very sedate pace back from Wright's Dairy Farm (we'd almost run out of milk), when some idiot backed out across the road at high speed. I slammed on my brakes, and the gallon of milk on the passenger seat next to me flew off the seat, crashed into the dashboard, and fell on the floor. It didn't break, thank goodness, but the top was all smashed in.

I honked at the bastard, but he just took off as if nothing had happened.