do you remember when i ran over JJ's golf clubs? it was awful and he was so mad at me. but i mean, come ON, don't put your golf clubs right behind my tires, that's insane! so i ran them over. and felt/heard the crunch, then pulled forward and ran them over again. it was a bad day.
well on Tuesday when i was late for work, i put Cleo in her "backyard" and tripped over a hockey puck, landing in one of JJ's golf shoes and rolling my ankle. i screamed and jumped into my car to leave when WHAM, i backed into his bicycle.
I MEAN COME ON JJ WITH YOUR MURDEROUS, BLOODTHIRSTY HOBBIES! THEY ARE AFTER ME.
so i called him and i quickly said, "JJibackedintoyourbike..." and then dramatically said, "but i also rolled my ankle on one of your golf shoes owwwwww i think i have to go to the doctorrrrr owwwwieeeee." that's the trick. you say the horrible thing first, and you rush through it so quickly he has no time to think, then you turn up the theatrics and whine about your injury that really isn't that bad but will save you tons of "proper driving" lectures in the future.