Paul Bunyan I am not

So, there was this tree...

A small tree, mind you, but a tree nonetheless.

And I, driving, pulling into a parking space at work in my car...

And there was this tree...

There isn't a tree anymore. Not upright, anyway.

As I eased my foot from the gas pedal, intending to break smoothly, yet firmly, some disconnect occurred between my intent and the reality of it all. And the car leaped forward as I hit the wrong pedal.

Leaped over the concrete curb separating the parking spaces from the grassy area wherein was to be found...the tree.

I am well. The car is still capable of getting me from A to B, albeit with a snout that's going to need considerable work. The tree is no more. Uprooted, felled, flattened by three and a half thousand pounds of car sitting on its trunk. The tree's, that is.

Monday. I'm chalking it up to Monday.