sobrique | Why does everyone think the worst of me? (Reply)

One of these days, my penchant for hyperbole is going to get me in trouble.

I gave a collegue a lift home tonight. She's managed to break her car.
Oh yes, no more mocking looks for me, for skidding into the rear end of the car in front. No. Take 2 year old Toyota Celica. Park in hedge. Hard.
Write off sort of hard.

Oops.

But I digress.

I've got a 14kg bottle of propane on the back seat of my car. Now to me, there's an obvious reason for this - it's empty, I'm going to get it refilled. I will honest, just as soon as I get off work in enough time to be bothered to go to a DIY shop, and I feel flush enough to buy another bottle (I need 2, because 1 just runs out, and then you get cold because your patio heater doesn't work).

But anyway, there we were, getting into my car, on to go back from work.

She spots this big orange propane bottle, and asks curiously "what's that for?".

I reply (deadpan): "Well, you see, I've always had this morbid phobia of being crippled. So i have that in the back of my car so if I have a sufficiently drastic accident, it'll blow me up so I won't have to suffer that."

I get a funny look. And a subdued silence on the way home.

I mean honestly I'm not that bad.