Driving Licences (Photo credit: brizzle born and bred)
Arthur and his driver’s license expired in May.
Some might try to look on the bright side and say that at least Arthur would not have to worry about renewing his license. However, his license just happened to expire on May the third while he did not shuffle off this mortal coil until the tenth. If Arthur had been told this in advance he would have called it typical.
He died while in a car driven by his brother on the motorway. His brother was at least twenty kilometers per hour below the speed limit. Which Arthur would also have called typical.
They were hit by an elderly lady driving at least twenty kilometers above the speed limit when she attempted to slip past them while they were changing lanes. The woman herself survived with a broken hip. Arthur died in the hospital about an hour after the crash. His last word was: ‘typical.’
A Bolg? 
ksbeth
/ November 9, 2013irony at its finest
W. R. Woolf
/ November 12, 2013Glad you like it 🙂