This story is so bizarre, I feel the need to broadcast it to the world.

There is, presently, a taxi in my pond. Or at least, the front bit of the taxi. It was sending my father home after his business trip, and, I suppose in a brilliant moment of horrendous luck, the cab drove into my pond.

I never liked ponds much, but I suppose I do now. Here's to hoping the ridiculousness of the everyday amused you as much as it did me.