Have you ever been sitting in a restaurant, having a chat with someone when the woman or gentleman at the booth across from you feels the need to jump into your conversation? It usually starts with something like, “I don’t mean to butt in, but…” or “Not that I was eavesdropping, but…”. No, actually you DO mean to “butt in” or you wouldn’t have spoken to me in mid-sentence to begin with. Don’t get me wrong, I actually think it’s pretty neat (so long as they‘re courteous enough to give the conversation back after a while). It’s got a small town charm about it. You know, in towns with populations of 500 people or less you can talk to strangers without fear of them then offering you doped candy or telling you there’s a puppy in their car. …I think.
Well any who, all that to say, “yeah, that happened to me today”. I was talking to a friend about the car I purchased months ago and then never registered or inspected. I was expressing my concern with its size when the woman in the booth beside mine said, “I don’t mean to interject, but I couldn’t help over hearing you talk about your Geo Metro”. She then proceeded to tell a tale that I THINK was a warning of the dangers of driving too fast in small cars: that or she just loves telling horror stories to unsuspecting Friendly’s patrons.
Her story went like this: “Last year, just about this time, I was driving up to New York to be with my family for Christmas. It was an icy and windy day. Well, up along side me comes this girl in one of them Smart cars, she’s flying up doing 90 or so and everyone’s scrambling to get out of her way because she appears to be losing control of her car. Just as she gets out in front of me, her car begins to swerve and then blows right over-- flips a couple times-- and lands on the roof.”
By now my eyes are bugging out of my head as I continue to listen.
“Well, let me tell you, she went for, no lie, a quarter of a mile with her car still on it’s roof. Just slid aaaaall the way down before the car finally tipped again and landed upright.”
I had to ask her... “So was she all right?”
“Oh, no, wasn’t a chance! And there were Christmas presents all over the highway, still wrapped up. I watched the news that night and they said she died.”
“But I mean, serves her right for driving like a lunatic. Well, I better get going. Enjoy your holiday!”
Seriously?
This is going to affect the way I drive for the rest of my life.
Red Asphalt 2 for the win!!
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