Emotional range of a Gelato spoon
A woman rear ended my car. A nothing burger of an event to spawn paperwork and bureaucracy to cover your ass. A tap because she spaced. My wife was more upset on my behalf than my reaction. Crying. Hugs. In part because I texted: “I’m okay. Car okay.” Short. Sweet. Literal. Direct. My last accident was 8 years ago when I hit a deer running across a busy road. No reaction. Assessed the…












