nearly killed by a ninja turtle

I'm in Maryland now, but was in New York City two nights ago. After Bataan Death Marching throughout Manhattan in inapropriate shoes while having inappropriate conversations with E (it all felt very Sex and the City), we met up with her nearly boycreature, the ninja turtle. We found a bar that had Rogue and enjoyed ourselves. E related The Epic Saga of He Who Shall Not Be Named. It made me sad to think that I won't get to hear that story again for a while. And at last call, 3:15, we started heading back to scenic suburban New Jersey.

The ninja turtle was driving. He was fiddling with his ipod to make it broadcast to the car radio. He was driving across a bridge. A lane was closed off for construction. There were traffic barrels (not cones, huge orange barrels) in the road to make people merge. Distracted, the ninja turtle sideswiped one, hitting it with his rearview mirror. I was glad to be sitting on the other side of the car.

Now the rear view mirror on his rental car hangs limping from the car, dangling from a few cables.