June 19, 2009
A good driver is hard to find
italics indicate Reist voice*ahem*
"'We've had an ACCIDENT!' the children screamed in a frenzy of delight."
-Flannery O'Connor, "A Good Man is Hard to Find"
Some sound advice: beware Glenstone Ave. in Springfield, Mo., especially between the hours of noon and 1 p.m. Central Daylight Time. You might have an ACCIDENT!
Well, shit. If only I'd known. It was totally his fault though (the guy behind me who pushed me into the car in front of me). Maybe I'll make a diagram later.
Really, though, all this does it pull the City of Springfield even further down a notch. It's been on my "On Notice" list ever since my Bob Barker fiasco.
I have to go back to that godforsaken place tomorrow (in my spiffy new rental Jetta) to get the crap out of my car at the barbed-wire lot on Commercial Drive. Yeah, it's as shady as it sounds ("Floyd's Wrecker Service"— the card the guy gave me had only a number and no address...no surprise why).
Maybe I can find the Springfield Cardinals there after my harrowing experience and they can single-handedly pull the city into my top five (top five cities in the Great State of Missouri, that is...later I'll compile that list, too).
Doubt it, though...they're still the freakin' Cardinals.
So, how was your Friday?
Labels: baseball, car, Cardinals, Flannery O'Connor, misfortune, Missouri, Reist, Springfield
by JHitts at 11:22 PM |
11 Comments:
I'd like to hear Reist's rendition of the sounds of the accident: Boom chuck wing-wow, cumma cumma dingbat! (or something like that)
As I mentioned by phone, we had just been talking about a similar accident involving Katie getting sandwiched when you called about this.
Then we had a party with the only young folks in town.
I was just thinking about Reist reading those words with his high-pitched voice when we were reading O'Connor. Good times.
Also: I called and they said they weren't open for me to get my car today. I'm angry.
Is the other guy's insurance going to cover your damages? That really sucks. I have to say, though... I'm glad it wasn't the Camry.
Actually....my dad wrecked the Camry about three months ago.
May she rest in peace, and may her memory be eternal.
I recently celebrated Vanessa's little brothers birthday at Chuckie Cheese. He and I invested a token in your typical street racing game. My car of choice was a Honda Civic, my current car, and I selected manual transmission to further the realism of the experience.
I hit many things. Other cars, street signs, and curiously indestructable wrought-iron park fences, and spun in a wild and "rumble-pack" enhanced collision.
This is my contribution to the apparent trend in auto-destruction blog posts.
Rumble Paks are awesome.
Just thought I'd point out that this post is #3 in the Google results for the phrase "'We've had an ACCIDENT!' the children screamed in a frenzy of delight."
I searched and clicked it too. I think it's #2 now.
numero uno
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