Firsts
Today, or the journey home anyway, was a series of firsts.
The first first: a complete arrest, from first to last
Lo, as I stood waiting for the bus, a truck zoomed by and was promptly pulled over. A cop asked questions at the window, talked for a while, went back to her car and made a call. A second car came up with a different flashing pattern. By the time this car arrived, the first cop was frisking the driver. The young chickie passenger got out of the truck and was yelled at. She skipped (skipped!) back to the truck and got back in. A cop SUV pulled up to join the crowd. By the time this one arrived, the giggling (giggling!) chickie was being questioned, and the guy was in handcuffs. The guy was placed in the back of the second car, the chickie was placed in the back of the first car, and the bus came. So while I saw the arrest, I still don't know whether the cops stay around until the offending vehicle is towed.
The second first: forced into the "oncoming traffic" lane by a meandering cement truck
I am fine, and so is my car. Oncoming traffic lane was at the moment not filled with actual oncoming traffic, and my brakes work wonderfully. That was the next lane over that had the cars in it, and the folks behind me also stopped, giving me room to get back in my lane when the cement truck swerved back into its own lane. This took place on Brownfield (my friend) and there is no turn lane on Brownfield, because the lanes are screwed up due to continual construction. A turn lane would have been very nice today. But thankfully, no one was hurt; only very frazzled.
The third first: mom of four reading novel at the wheel
An SUV filled with kids in the back and a carseat in the front was behind me at a light. As soon as the vehicle stopped, the mother driving pulled up a bodice-ripper from the car-seated child's lap and propped it open on the steering wheel. This novel was pre-opened (no page-flipping necessary), as though she'd been doing this for a while. She continually inched closer to my bumper while she read and the kids bounced around in the back. I was very thankful for a green light.
Not a first: picked up the strap to my bag, and ended up bending my thumbnail in half. While I wouldn't call it lots of blood, there was certainly enough to warrant a trip to the bathroom, a wad of tissue, and trip down to the secretaries for a bandaid. Still stings, but I think if I leave it alone long enough, it will deal with itself like other bent back nails.
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I have House.
Love and Peace.
The first first: a complete arrest, from first to last
Lo, as I stood waiting for the bus, a truck zoomed by and was promptly pulled over. A cop asked questions at the window, talked for a while, went back to her car and made a call. A second car came up with a different flashing pattern. By the time this car arrived, the first cop was frisking the driver. The young chickie passenger got out of the truck and was yelled at. She skipped (skipped!) back to the truck and got back in. A cop SUV pulled up to join the crowd. By the time this one arrived, the giggling (giggling!) chickie was being questioned, and the guy was in handcuffs. The guy was placed in the back of the second car, the chickie was placed in the back of the first car, and the bus came. So while I saw the arrest, I still don't know whether the cops stay around until the offending vehicle is towed.
The second first: forced into the "oncoming traffic" lane by a meandering cement truck
I am fine, and so is my car. Oncoming traffic lane was at the moment not filled with actual oncoming traffic, and my brakes work wonderfully. That was the next lane over that had the cars in it, and the folks behind me also stopped, giving me room to get back in my lane when the cement truck swerved back into its own lane. This took place on Brownfield (my friend) and there is no turn lane on Brownfield, because the lanes are screwed up due to continual construction. A turn lane would have been very nice today. But thankfully, no one was hurt; only very frazzled.
The third first: mom of four reading novel at the wheel
An SUV filled with kids in the back and a carseat in the front was behind me at a light. As soon as the vehicle stopped, the mother driving pulled up a bodice-ripper from the car-seated child's lap and propped it open on the steering wheel. This novel was pre-opened (no page-flipping necessary), as though she'd been doing this for a while. She continually inched closer to my bumper while she read and the kids bounced around in the back. I was very thankful for a green light.
Not a first: picked up the strap to my bag, and ended up bending my thumbnail in half. While I wouldn't call it lots of blood, there was certainly enough to warrant a trip to the bathroom, a wad of tissue, and trip down to the secretaries for a bandaid. Still stings, but I think if I leave it alone long enough, it will deal with itself like other bent back nails.
...
I have House.
Love and Peace.
posted by Rehkmira @ 16:45
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