The other night, I went to a call where a car crashed into a railing in a cul-de-sac. When I got there, There was the car, a damaged railing and a tire that was torn off from the impact.
There was a small park at the end of the cul-de-sac that separated an industrial area from a neighborhood. This particular neighborhood was like an island with its own run down looking store that was at least 60 years old.
I asked the driver what happened and he gave me a lame story about traveling to the neighborhood market and not knowing there was a dead end street here. I looked over at the marker and of course, it was closed.
The street he was traveling on happened to be a straightaway that was at least .3 miles long. It was the prefect street for a race.
I asked him what city he lived in, where he grew up and if he’d been to this store before. It turned out he had been to the store before and he grew up very close to the collision scene. In other words, he was familiar with the area.
After hearing that I asked, “You didn’t know there was a cul-de-sac here?”
“It must be new.”
How dumb. This street had been like this for over 20 years. Nice try kid. You lost the race and you need a new tire.
He should probably change his Facebook status to “walking.”
There’s a quote I love by Mark Twain. ..
It’s better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than open it and remove all doubt.
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That’s a great quote!
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