So I’m driving home, it’s 4 in the morning, I’m just outside the trailer park, and I have to stop for a opossum ambling across the street. It stops as I stop, standing in my headlights and staring at my truck like “wtf do you want?”
My truck dies.
Opossum runs off.
I can’t get over the irony of that situation. It felt like one of those Russian jokes.
“In Russia, opossum makes YOU play dead.”