Who Called for a Concrete Job?

The perils of construction meet the mundane world of daily commuting. There stands the concrete mixer guilty of spewing its gooey load onto the hood of a car. The operator behind the machine is probably wondering how to explain this to his boss—or whether he’ll even have a job tomorrow.

Will this solidify into an insurance nightmare or harden into a modern art masterpiece? It’s like the world’s worst cooking show, where instead of a cake, you are left with a concrete slab of a car hood. One thing’s clear: that car is not going anywhere until decisions—or concrete—are broken.