I got a flat tire and my calm, loving boyfriend came to my rescue... lucky me.
Ory:What did you do, how did this happen, what did you hit?!
Me:That curb over there.
Ory:How did you, why weren't you paying attention?
Me:It's like extra dark tonight.
Ory:Which is why you should be paying extra attention. What on earth were you thinking about?
Me <silently thinking back>:( How interesting it is that hair keeps growing only on our heads whereas it stops at a certain length everywhere else on our body, which got me wondering how many hairs I have on my head. And then I decided that would be the first thing I ask God if I were to meet him. Well, I’d ask for the average number because I assume the number changes all the time).