Weird, huh? It just kind of smelled like one of those days. One of those weird days where something is just...a little bit off. You can't pin it down, but you know it. The kind of day where it's a better bet to just stay at home. You calculate your ROI, hold your breath, open your eyes and go for it.
First, I see a Brett's Jeep® (a neighbor) a few blocks from home (next to Two Beaver Lake) with not one but two flats; both on the passenger side. Brett is a world-class safety guy (antennae and lights and gadgets and shit all over that Wrangeler®) so something definitely odd had to have happened for that to happen. He was nowhere in sight. No deer damage.
Then I go shopping and this woman in a black, late model Cadillac sedan barrels into a full-sized grocery store shopping cart. Blam-scatter-scatter! And, get this: after she parks that beast, she gets out of her car and goes into a dry cleaner. Didn't look at the car or anything. I mean, you hear it when you basically crush a shopping cart.
Even I wasn't immune today. I kind of backed into a curb. Seriously. I just tapped it though; an island in a parking lot. No harm. No damage. But the kind of driver error I rarely make.
The funny thing I learned, though, is that when you stumble upon a three-car, injury accident in an intersection (involving a volunteer firefighter, his wife, and an elderly trio, and an immigrant) and start taking pictures, nobody questions you -- or even really notices. Not the principals, not the witnesses, not the police.One of those weird days, I suppose.
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