A Reflexive Reflection

Aaand there it was again. I saw it happen just a bit before. Just early enough to make me think I could have stopped it falling. Who am I kidding. If my reflexes were that good, this wouldn’t be my third trip this year to that dingy shop where they replace screens cheap.

If my reflexes were that good, I would have seen the Ford backing out of the space just as I edged past the nail salon, next to the repair shop. More glass that needs replacing.

If my reflexes we a bit better, I would not have met and married thar wondeful person in that (now) beat up Ford. More broken glass. Mazel Tov!