6/9: Look what you made me do
Emily had called the police to report the incident, correctly estimating that no one at the garage would have the clear mind to do so.
“Who wants to go first?” Officer Felix Paloux asked, ready to collect facts for his report.
“It would seem Mr. Buzzle’s car came into contact with mine,” Whitney finally muttered, using her best legalese to hide her culpability.
“It would seem ?” Don said, shocked.
“Well, I don’t necessarily see damage, so did I really hit his car? I don’t know,” Whitney said, trying to spin the story to her advantage.
“Wait a minute. Why aren't you wearing your glasses?” Don asked his legal assistant. “You always have them on when you’re at work.”
“Uh……” Whitney began, stalling, “I don’t recall, but I wouldn’t have swerved so drastically had there not been a loose goat in my parking spot!”
6/9: Look what you made me do
Emily had called the police to report the incident, correctly estimating that no one at the garage would have the clear mind to do so.
“Who wants to go first?” Officer Felix Paloux asked, ready to collect facts for his report.
“It would seem Mr. Buzzle’s car came into contact with mine,” Whitney finally muttered, using her best legalese to hide her culpability.
“It would seem ?” Don said, shocked.
“Well, I don’t necessarily see damage, so did I really hit his car? I don’t know,” Whitney said, trying to spin the story to her advantage.
“Wait a minute. Why aren't you wearing your glasses?” Don asked his legal assistant. “You always have them on when you’re at work.”
“Uh……” Whitney began, stalling, “I don’t recall, but I wouldn’t have swerved so drastically had there not been a loose goat in my parking spot!”