Obvious Observations: Prehistoric Edition
When I open the garage door in the morning to go to work, it squeals and screeches like a pterodactyl. The sound makes me wonder if my house was built in the middle of Jurassic Park–and if all sorts of massive lizard-esque predators with sharp eyes and sharper talons are waiting outside my home, longing for a brisk morning attack.
I hate my morning commute, but that faux pterodactyl scream reminds me that it could be worse. Road rage is always a possible threat (to me, not by me) en route to my job. Dinosaur attack is a rarer one.
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