Fender Bender

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While driving to pick up lunch, you accidentally bump into the car in front of you—a light fender bender—that pops open the other car’s trunk. When you get out to assess the damage, you notice that the driver of the other car is none other than your favorite actor. More important, you notice a dead body in the trunk. Who is the actor and what elaborate excuse does he give you to explain the dead body in his trunk?

"Well this is just my luck!" I angrily exclaimed. I was already late for my appointment with Mr. Garber, now had yogurt all over my new dress (that's what you get for eating in the car, people) and now I had to sit and wait for the cops to show up. 

The other car wasn't even damaged, I'd only bumped them really but it was in the middle of an intersection and I knew it was going to create much more of a to-do than it was worth. I shut off my engine and in irritation got out of my car. 

"Hey, I'm sorry about hitting your car," I began as I approached the driver's side window of the silver Mercedes. 

Except when I got to the window I realized that the driver of the car was none other than Orlando Bloom, in all his high-cheek boned glory, so all that really came out was "Hey, I'm sorry about...what the wow...hmm?"

I was beyond surprised to see the famous actor sitting there, right before my eyes.

Several thoughts flitted through my head, in rapid succession, like a madman with a machine gun.

Why is Orlando Bloom in Utah?
Don't celebrities normally drive nicer cars?
Don't celebrities normally have other people drive those nicer cars for them?
Why isn't there some sort of woman with him?
I'm a woman.
And there's yogurt on my dress.
Kill me now.

Only after that last thought flashed through my mind did my mind register the sight I'd seen when walking to the window. The trunk of the car had been open. It must have happened when I, er, gently nosed the back of his car with mine. But the trunk hadn't been vacant. What had looked suspiciously like a dead body- if my years of watching Psych and Criminal Minds could guide me correctly- had been laid in the trunk, and only half covered with a light blue sheet. 

"No need to apologize," Orlando said, smiling in that way that made girls all over America swoon over the man. "But I'm afraid you need to close my trunk, then get in the car, before the police arrive. Think you can manage that?"