Squirrels climbed up under the hood of my Ford Escape and chewed up a mess of wires again. AAA sent out one of those long, long hydraulic flatbed rigs to move it to a repair shop. It looked like overkill to me. Remember when they would use little rigs with chains or a friend could just get his car behind your solid bumper and shove you to the repair shop? Maybe you are too young to remember when we had bumpers and you could bump them. Bump the front end of a new car today and you are looking at a thousand dollars damage at least. Oh where are those young boys with their bb rifles who use to regulate things like squirrels? Things just ain’t what they used to be.
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