By Mike Ruffin
I tend not to notice roadkill until it’s too late.
I’ll be driving merrily along, and I’ll feel that little bump from running over something that’s already dead.
If my Good Wife is a passenger in the car I’m driving, she’ll cringe when I run over a dead animal. Kindly and gently, she’ll say, “I started to tell you it was in the road, but I figured you’d see it.”
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