Two days after the accident
Two days after the accidentTwo days after the accidentThe red Thunderbird was gone, replaced by a white Chevy Cavalier sporting healthy rust on both front corner panels. The pine-tree air freshener that hung from the rear-view mirror was no match for the wet-dog smell left behind by the previous owner. The trade cost Tad Williamson two grand, plus what the guy would make on the T-bird after it was cut up and parted out. Price of doing business Tad rationalized. But still…it wasn’t f*****g fair.
The red Thunderbird was In an Arby’s parking lot, under a maple tree that had stubbornly survived the urban sprawl, Tad sat on the hood of his new ride. He left the windows open, hoping it would help with the dog smell and knowing it wouldn’t. It was just before six o’c
