|What were you expecting, bad poetry?
||[Feb. 15th, 2006|06:10 pm]
|||||the flaming lips - the w.a.n.d.||]|
Sometimes work just doesn't feel like work at all...take Monday for example...
Here I am, peddling junk mail as per usual, when I hear this horrendous crunching sound from the next street up (Prairie Parkway). I turn to see a large wave of snow flying through the air, as if a snow plow was going through (I am looking up a hill and through trees, mind you). Something told me, however, this was no snowplow, and sure enough not a minute later I heard shouting, and within minutes the sound of emergency vehicle sirens had overcome the low rumble of the Wyoming projects, in the Taft and 30th area. So I finished up what I was doing and decided to drive up that way and take a gander. This is what I saw:
Turns out some dumbass homeboy was going a tad bit too fast on the Autobahn that is Prairie Parkway, and somehow managed to flip his SUV on its side. The windshield wipers were still on. It was hilarious.
The homeboy was taken to the Pimp Hospital for treatment of his bruised ego, and should recover fully after a strict regimen of OE and chronic.
The moral of this story? Well, there are two:
1) Being a mailman is sometimes quite interesting
2) When it's snowing out, don't drive like Dick Cheney shoots birds...this guy could have killed a girl scout, and that's not "dope" at all.