Revenge of the Family Night

Last night my dad returned from dropping my cousins off at the Denver airport and announced that we would still have Family Night. Since it was fairly late already and we had all had an extra busy day, we assumed that family night would be postponed. My dad made it clear that every Monday night we would have Family Night, No Matter What. Joe was playing poker at a friend's house, so my dad called his cell phone and ordered him home immediately.

On his way home, Joe had a frightening experience: he was driving down a street close to our house when a deer jumped out of a nearby field into his lane. Luckily, the van in front of him hit it, but Joe almost rear-ended the guy. When the deer hit the van, it flipped over the windshield and landed on the median. Joe pulled over and asked the van's driver, a large black man, if he was alright and if he needed to borrow his cell phone to call for help. The guy was so irate that he didn't even respond. The front of the van was a bloody ruin. Joe later told us that he was considering passing the van a few moments before the deer ran across the road. If he had . . . well, family night wouldn't have been the same without him.