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Sapphire Sled's Revenge!

Let's review the tale of the tape for the past two weeks, shall we?

 Monday, April 29th, despite my best efforts I still scraped the Sapphire Sled's (my ride is a 2004 Acura RSX Type S) right rear quarter panel. Awesome sauce.
Monday, May 6th, a four-wheeling' (sleepy in 'los speak) 'los managed to accidentally knock the underground parking garage security gate off it's track mid-way. 

 I haven't added in the information that the alignment is still jacked up since December 2012, and now the the parking brake idiot light periodically flashes on the dash while driving.

 Today?
This morning?

 I was not paying attention carefully. I was exiting the SS in the Tully's parking lot. With my left hand, I managed to shut the car door onto my right hand holding my stainless steel travel mug.

 OUCH!


The travel mug prevented me from completely crushing my hand, yet it also flew across the parking lot... I stood there shock, then bent over in pain. Quickly reviewed my hand, not bad I mused. The index finger knuckle is bruised instantly and cut, but that was it.

 I really don't believe in inanimate objects having a personality, per se, but I think Karma is at work here - the Sapphire Sled's Revenge!

 Better go retrieve my travel mug so I can declare cafediem!
Why am I so train wreck-y lately?
Why am I, 'los is the most messy?

 That question and answer is a perfect segue to my next 'blog post... 

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