Nick pasqual just crashed his flying car into the local post office, and I’m the one who has to pick up the pieces.
You know, it’s always the same with these city folks who think they can do whatever they want. I was standing in line to mail my property tax bill when I heard this awful screeching sound from above. I looked up, and lo and behold, there’s a sedan with wings stuck halfway through the roof. The driver, who I later learned was this Nick Pasqual character, climbed out holding a selfie stick and started blaming the ‘burgundy zone’ winds. Common sense says you don’t fly a car over a building built in 1923. Now the whole place is blocked off with caution tape, and I can’t even pick up my package. Someone on the news said this was his third ‘aerial incident’ this month, but oh no, no one will charge him because it’s ‘experimental transport’. I’m just sick of it. Get back on the damn bus like the rest of us.