I live on a quiet residential street. My townhouse is between 2 intersections, about 300 yards apart, both of which have stop signs. Speed limit - 30mph.
This accident occurred yesterday afternoon. It is 50 feet from my front door, midway between the 2 intersections.
The 24 year-old girl driving was huffing (CLICK for more details). She had a spray can of "Dust Off" with her in the car. She ran a stop sign, went over a curb, sideswiped a tree and then went another 100 yards before losing further control and ramming the white pickup truck, which was parked along the curb on the other side of the street.
You may notice that the truck was pushed about 18 inches over the curb. It belonged to a guy visiting from Florida. (You can click on the picture to enlarge. In the pic on the right, you'll notice the spary can has been placed on the roof of her car.)
Daddy's 60K Jaguar is not worth 60K today. The girl (she was not injured) told the police officer to "go ahead and just arrest me. This isn't the first time this has happened."
todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful
that it's been 30 years since I huffed and lived through it
that I don't have to solve my Mom's dental problems because I can ask for help
for breakfast yesterday with 2 peeps from the 6:30am meeting
for a timely meeting about self pity and isolation; something I'm quite familiar with
that my domestic cleaner "did her bi-monthly thing" yesterday, concentrating on my hardwood floors
that I have finally learned how to add others to the Blogger dashboard of hAAlf nAAked thursdAAy; if you want to join so you can post pictures, let me know so I can send you an email invitation
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
- Nelson Mandela