The cubical jungle breeds strange officemates...
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Friday, September 20, 2002
Redneckin' or Rubberneckin'
Accidents Happen.
So given the fact that I am not in what I would classify as a Cosmopolitan city, I like many Americans, are confined to transporting ourselves to and fro inside shiny metal boxes (sorry Sting). We do not get the cool modes of transportation that are found in the New York’s and California’s or the great cities of the world. We have no public transportation or even the ability to successfully walk to a job. Instead we load ourselves up into giant gas guzzling SUV's gripping madly to the wheel desperately trying to fight off the road rage as some moron cuts us off in traffic. Day in and day out I seem to get stuck either behind some idiotic soccer mom in a suburban that can't seem to stay of the cell phone long enough to drop her child at little league or some 957 year old person that should not be behind the wheel to begin with (mainly because they can't see over the dashboard.) So what on earth you say, does this have to do with Pete? Well I'm getting to that. Yesterday I left work at my normal time. While driving down the road I happened to notice that in front of me was the big purple, yes I said purple, Barney mobile that is Pete's mode of transportation. He was just putting along down the street when I came up behind him. We were heading to an intersection when I noticed some action at the corner and realized we had stumbled on to a pretty bad wreck. We were both making a right hand turn onto the road when Pete came to a complete stop (now keep in mind that the wreck had blocked off all oncoming traffic so he could very clearly turn right and keep going.) As anyone who reads this little blog knows ... What fascinates Pete??? Why wanton death and destruction. And boy oh boy with three ambulances bodies strewn about the pavement and people being strapped to gurneys this just had it all. So after a few minutes (I kid you not he sat there for at least three minutes) he finally decided to move on after some friendly coaxing from our horns. So I must admit I was not in the least bit surprised to find our Boy rubberneckin'. What did surprise me came later.
So a few minutes down the road I lost track of Pete as we had moved on to a larger six-lane road. I came to a red light when much to my surprise I hear someone yelling my name.. "Beeel hey Beeel..." (for those of you that don't know my name is Bill) I roll down my window and see Pete leaning over the passenger side of the Barney-mobile "Dyu see that wreck back'ere? Maaaaaaaaan that was a bad'un. How many folks you figger was out layin in the street?" I just kind of stared in disbelief for a moment then reply. "Not real sure Pete. Didn't stick around long enough to count the bodies." He looked at me for a moment than replied. "Well it sure was a bad'un." Thankfully the light turned green and I was able to end our cross lane conversation on death and destruction. From what I understand this was not his typical route home... bet it will be from now on.
8:22 AM
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