Monday Writing Prompt: Milk jugs, tires and a box of jewelry--how'd it all get there?

So entering a weekly writing challenge today I neglected to read the actual writing prompt and instead wrote a story based on the prompt you see above. I thought it was funny and instead of throwing it out I decided to post it here. Hope you guys enjoy...

My girlfriend and I have been having relationship issues lately and today was just one of those days. I was doing the dishes when she walked into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of milk. When she went to grab a glass she pulled out one of the glasses that I’d just put away and it was still damp. We have had the conversation before about how much she hates when I put wet glasses in the cupboard but I don’t like leaving them out on the counter to dry. The wet glass pushed her over the edge and she flipped out.

She threw the jug of milk that was in her hand at me and I nearly dodged getting decapitated by a gallon of 2%. I started yelling at her but she was in a fit of rage. We argued for several minutes in the kitchen when she stormed off into the bedroom while I followed. Still angry that she over reacted about the glass I got in her face about how she almost killed me. She took a step back and she was red with fury. Angrily, she grabbed one of her jewelry boxes from on top of her dresser and threw it at me; hitting me in the chest.

I was absolutely livid at this point and yelled as I pulled one of her earrings out that had stuck in my chest. I knew I needed to get away before I did something I’d regret so I called her a bitch and stormed off, grabbing my keys as I left the house.

She followed me and refused to let me leave as I tried to get in my car. As I went to put the key in the ignition, she swung open my door almost breaking it off its hinges; tearing off my seatbelt and pulling me out of the car in one swift motion. With the power of the Hulk inside her she knocked my car over and ripped off the wheels. I ducked as she threw them at me and they crashed into the house.

Scared for my life I quickly apologized for calling her a bitch and told her I loved her. She calmed down eventually without causing too much bodily injury. We went back into the house to examine the damage she’d caused.

I had learned a very important lesson that day. Never, EVER call your girlfriend a bitch if you’ve put damp glasses in the cupboard. She will go psycho on you and start flinging car parts at you.