That’s right. A fish.
“It’s okay, miss. Here’s your problem right here!”
Taffy warily returned and gaped at his discovery.
“Well, will you look at that! You know, I wasn’t really paying attention when I filled up the tank, so I never even noticed him swimming in.”
“Uh, no…Actually, what happened was, a bird was flying over. And he dropped the fish he was carrying, which landed on your windshield.”
“Oh! Wow!”
“You’re all right then?”
“I’m fine.”
The man shook his head with relief and laughed.
“Freak accidents. Good thing they happen so rarely, huh?”
Taffy said she smiled politely and nodded. No need to tell him they happen to her all the time.
And they do. That bird could have packed a little bag and flown in from Guam.
I keep thinking Taffy ought to be able to get some sort of yearly tax exemption, just because of her life. I mean, she didn’t get the name of the man who witnessed the accident so, somehow, I don’t think her insurance company is going to reimburse her for, “fish falling out of sky.”
She did bring the fish home, though. Dad said at least we could make the best of it and eat it but Mom’s putting a halt to that. She claims that hard times or no, we are not going to start eating road kill.
The main thing is that no one was hurt. But I think we have to accept the fact that, for whatever reason, the word is out on this planet.
Get Taffy.
Tags: fish, fish on the windshield, Taffy the maid