It has been a stressful few days. Stress relief came in a most unusual way this evening. Mr. Lincoln, lovely man that he is, drives MP to Vanderbilt most Saturday and Sunday mornings. I might add that he always stops at McDonald's and gets me a large Diet Coke. He does not approve of my beverage of choice, but he buys one for me anyway. This morning was no exception. Did I mention that she goes to work at 5:45? It is a Switzer thing to leave home an hour and fifteen minutes before one has to be at work some fifteen minutes from home. He returned home, ran for about two hours, helped babysit both boys, went to the office downtown and worked three or more hours, returned home to drive me to Stallworth to visit my mother so that I would not have to walk very far as I am dealing with issues from the hamstring pull I accomplished during the infamous reindeer antler retrieval event, drove home, watched a little football before returning to Vanderbilt to pick me up and wait for MP's text that she was headed down at which time he departs his holding spot to time the pick up perfectly. What a man!!!
Things went a bit awry, however. MP's text "I'm headed down" came in so we pulled out to drive the two blocks to meet her. At the light at 25th and Children's Way, a CSO (Community Service Officer) was stopped. We could tell that he was either texting or surfing the web on his phone. When the light turned green, Mr. CSO #972 did not move. Mr. Lincoln did what anyone would do in the circumstance; he gently tapped his horn to make the distracted officer aware that the light had changed. There was no response, so Mr. L. tapped again, then again, a bit more forcefully, then again. At this time, the officer got out of his car, walked back in a semi-menacing demeanor demanding, "what's the problem?"
"I am trying to get by so that I can pick up my daughter and you are just sitting there."
"Go around!"
So, Mr. L. backed up to get around the CSO (we were thinking perhaps he flunked out of CSI school) and promptly hit the car behind us. The lady driving said car was most displeased. We are not sure why because prior to this fender bender, the front grill of her car was dangling, there was about an 18 inch section missing, and a long scratch down the side that never came in contact with Mr. L's vehicle. We figured that she was no stranger to minor accidents. Her upset seemed a bit extreme so Mr. Lincoln asked, "is anyone dead?" She was not amused and demanded an "inspection."
The police officer who was called to the scene of the accident commented that the CSO was the whole cause of the accident, and tried to convince the lady to just forget the whole thing. She was having none of it, so the officer asked, "did this damage happen just now?" "No." "Did this?" "No." "Or this?" "No." "Then what is the problem." "I think I see a scratch."
So all information was exchanged. In the meantime on the sidewalk the intoxicated gentleman who had just jumped into the CSO's truck was waving his arms, trying to stand on one foot, and seemingly explaining something of great consequence.
Finally, the traffic officer returned Mr. L's insurance card and license asking him to pull on up so the lady with the banged up car did not back into him. The CSO began to back up coming at a rate of speed that caused the traffic officer to exclaim, "holy #%$x, that guy is giving me a heart attack."
Laughter ensued. Stress relieved.
So for today, I wish you non injurious moments of hilarity, and I wish you
Blessings
