Useless Cancer Card

Yesterday, in my hurry to get everything done before our trip to Hawaii, I was parallel-parked against the curb during my eighth errand of the day when I backed up the Honda CR-V to merge back into traffic. The only problem was, there was a Triumph motorcycle right behind me.

I had to do the right thing. A woman passing by said the owner might be in the bar across the street. Sure enough, there he was, real happy to be interrupted. I apologized profusely, handed over my business card, and said, “I need to pick up my son. If there’s any damage, call me.”

I could have played the so-called cancer card, but it wasn’t cancer that made me do it… just plain stupidity.

 

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