David crashes his car

You know how it is with these momentary lapses of concentration. One moment you're driving along, happily singing along to Tygertailz' greatest hits and eyeing up the shapely derrieres of passing ladies and the next you're staring at the crumpled rear end of the car in front of you and feeling somewhat the worse for wear.
You can't help but feel even more guilty when the driver of the car in front gets out and he turns out to be not much more than 4' tall - a dwarf, no less. I wound down my window and he walked up and looked in.
"I'm not happy", he said.
"Really?" I asked. "Which one are you then?"


Thank you, I'm here all week.