Yesterday I pulled on the door handle on my car (pretty mundane stuff). But instead of opening the door, the handle came off in my hand. So today I went to a junkyard to get a new one. While the scrapyard gentleman removed one from a carbon copy of my car, I wandered about. A Porsche Cayenne caught my attention. It had apparently caught fire and burnt to a German crisp.
Weaving through the rows of cars, I came across a white Mercedes E-Class. The view from the rear suggested that the car was only a few years old, and in great condition…or at least it was at some point. The front, however, was a devastated hunk of contorted metal.
From inside shone the crisp, white, and nearly luminescent color of crumpled airbags. They seemed to have come out of every nook and cranny. In the passenger footwell was…
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