Not As Bad As It Looks
My friend lived about 40 minutes away from this crazy woman he had been dating. One night, after four years, he decided it was time; he was gonna break it off. He goes over after class at like eight or so and says his business. He tells her why he is no longer interested and everything, and she’s all sad and crying and begging him not to leave. It takes him two hours to get her calm enough to let him leave.
So he’s driving down the interstate at like 10-10:30 and these lights come flying up next to him. It’s her—she’s hanging out the window and screaming when, all the sudden, her car swerves across the median and she flips her car three times. This is the point where he calls me losing his mind, thinking it’s his fault that she’s a goner.
It turns out she just ended up with a broken thumb and a new therapist.