They say – the infamous ‘they’ – never to hit someone with
glasses. And hey, I didn’t – not the ones that were on my face, anyway, as we
tussled, nearly falling on our asses.
Yeah, she wore glasses.
But I did, too;
though mine aren’t script,
I’m telling you.
Anyway, here’s how it ended:
Seizing the opportunity for a fast getaway before the attacker regained her upright footing, I threw the saw in the trunk, jumped in the driver’s seat, turned the key, popped the clutch, kick-started the wagon and got the f*** outta Dodge.
My beleaguered ticker was goin’ a buck-sixty.