Last night I piloted my new mini quadcopter out my backdoor and beyond my deck. That’s when I lost reception, and she plummeted forty feet.
Normally that would be no big deal, this sucker is invincible, but I heard the distinct, unmistakable sound of the body of a car being struck by a small drone.
And, uh oh, the vehicular victim was my super cute neighbor’s brand new Honda. I’m talking scrumptiously cute, really easy on the eyes. She had a rubber ducky on the dashboard, which is cute of her to do.
I ran down to inspect the damage, already fantasizing about having an excuse to knock on her door, but found nothing. Which I suppose was for the better as she had her boyfriend over and I’m married…