Never Go to Bed Early
I had a late night last night. I nearly bailed on Emily’s party tonight because I was very tired, despite a nap. After coming home, I nearly went to bed before the best thing ever happened.
Chris, my downstairs neighbor, had been talking all evening about how people never stop at the stop sign before the roundabout at our intersection. Before I left for the party, we noted several examples of such behavior.
Shortly after my return to the front yard, the seven of us watched a Nissan fail to stop not only for the stop sign, but also for the roundabout. Using the reflector sign as a ramp, the motherfucker got enough air to clear the 4′-4.5′ rosebushes before landing about four feet beyond the roundabout, leaving two divots in the pavement a good 1/4′ deep. The lighter divots closer to the roundabout indicate that he bounced.
Did this driver, after causing sounds worthy of an apocalypse and achieving flight via a curb, stop his automobile? Did he check for damage? Did he retrieve his skid plate that had flown from beneath the car during the impact? He did not.
That, my friends, is commitment to excellence.
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