A busy day. A useless story:
Unfazed, Homer squeegeed the black pit viper juice away from his taxi. He had gotten a car wash over the weekend, but parking where he did was dodgy at best. He had resolved himself to potential damage. Relatively, he'd gotten off easy. When the last of the venom was safely consigned to the asphalt with a flick of his wrist, Homer tossed the squeegee into his trunk for next time and climbed behind the wheel. Where to now?
To possibility,
walter