Selling Pig Trotters from a Tricycle, I Crashed into My Ex-Girlfriend’s Rolls-Royce

I was riding a tricycle and selling braised pig trotters when the brakes failed and I crashed into a Rolls-Royce. I sighed and reached for the bank card in my pocket, ready to casually pay for the damage. But the woman who stepped out of the car was my ex-girlfriend, the one who had almost become my wife. The expression on her face changed dramatically right before my eyes. Before I could turn around and pedal away, she darted forward and kicked me in the stomach. “Heh. You vanished before our wedding and ran off to make a life for yourself. What, did you fly back just to sell pig trotters?”