A Bone To Pick

As most of you know, I live in a rural area of Texas and I love it.  Several towns and cities are within a nice 30 minute drive........I love the scenery and the quiet time when driving.  The other day, I was driving along minding my own business when a very large logging truck veered into my lane but fortunately he corrected himself and we both were very grateful, yes indeed.

I arrived in town, did some shopping, other errands and was about to start for home when I noticed that my right rear tire was F L A T!  Now, you might think that I would be unset about this.......normally, I probably would but I was within 5 blocks of my local Jeep mechanic shop and they came right over, aired up the tire enough for me to drive to the shop to get it fixed.

At this point, you might be wondering where this story is going? Well, after 20 minutes of waiting, the mechanic came in to inform me of the problem. His exact words were, "Mrs!, we've fixed your tire and you'll never guess what we found inside."  He waited expectantly for my answer, which was the standard....nail, screw, barbed wire (hey, I live on a farm, there's barbed wire all over the place)......
"Nope," he says excitedly, "It was a bone."  To which I had a very blank look on my face.......so he repeated the bone bit and then showed it to me......it was no bigger than a quarter but very sharp edged...........I was flabbergasted but he informed me that this happens alot when you run over "road-kill."  Where would I have run over road-kill, you might ask???.........because normally I avoid running over live or dead animals at a rule...think, think, think.....ah, the lightbulb moment........I think I ran over the unfortunate little dead critter when I veered off the road to save my life from Mr. Log Trucker!!!!!

So friends, what have I learned from this story?    Watch where you're driving at all times and please try to straddle road-kill.