This always happens by mistake. I put my faith in rust and act surprised when it burns straight through leaving me with jagged edges and an *** on the curb, by the beach of broken glass and chipped asphalt.
I can’t really say it’s my fault. This is the effect caused by the scarlet faced trust of a stranger. Too bad I never listened in grade school about the dangers of faces unknown, at least I didn’t stop, drop, and roll straight into traffic.
A word of advice: never put your trust where people put their money; the pockets are always too small and sometimes sewn shut, so it’s like they’re there, but not really.