Well, I almost ended up in the hospital tonight…and not in the good kind of ‘ended up in the hospital’ way (if there is such a thing).
Before I get into what I was trying to rack up as a Vegas-induced hallucination, let’s take a second and reflect back on the genius of 1990’s very own, Young MC (the brains behind ‘Bust a Move’) You know the guy…he was the one that said neato, checked his libido, and rolled to the church in his new tuxedo….
Well, tonight, I didn’t really have time to give any thought to Mr. MC as I was driving North on Arbutus near 16th (yeah Vancouver, you know the one) and much to my surprise, I witnessed a blue car no bigger than Mr. Bean’s (right hand drive included)….without a driver…doing endless circles…fast…in the intersection that I was approaching (at a ‘breezy’ pace).
Say what?!
Myself, and about two or three other cars narrowly missed this little guy doing his donut-of-death-dance. Thank the powers that be for blessing me with a quick heel-toe as I narrowly missed punting Mr. Bean into the stratosphere.
You want to know what is shocking, though? About 50 yards in front of me (after I caught my breath), I saw a Buster’s Tow Truck dragging his ropes, cords, hitch, whatever on the ground and the driver realizing that he ‘lost his cargo’…probably doing 60…in an intersection…that’s busier than Paula Abdul’s concerts used to be…with an expression on his face (as he was pulling a U-Turn in the middle of the street) that resembled a high school who noticed he/she had just dropped a text book.
I realize this was obviously ‘an accident’, but c’mon guy…you tow cars/trucks/vehicles/Mr. Bean’s ride…and if you don’t tow them ‘correctly’, it’s not like no one notices. In fact, people more than notice…people probably get hurt.
Scary…really scary.
darren
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