Well, I was just riding along. Ivy was driving. It her exasperatingly slow and steady way.
We’re on the way to dialysis via Taco bell.
It seems my late lunch will now be later. Ivy nicked a dog. We stop. The dog is not injured. Much.
He may feel like shit tomorrow.
The dogs owner runs down a drive way. It’s taking a long long time. He’s kinda elderly and the drive is long. Oh!, I think. The dog is probably elderly too.
The guy apologized and apologized. I tell him he needs to take his old boy to the vet. He looks unharmed but you never know.
Then I see the dent in my fender. Well crap.
Wonder what will cost more? My fender or the not-so-injured dogs vet visit? I bet I can guess.
Ivy apologized. I told her not to worry. Insurance is a great thing. And I commended her for being a good, safe and slow driver. Jeez.
I wanted to scream at Ivy, the old man, even the dumb dog for walking in the road. And maybe even the cyclist just passing by and staring. But, I resisted my baser urges.
Oh great. Here come the cops.
How about a peanut gallery now?
Ivy is telling the cop it’s handled. He being a bit surly wants to see her license. I move to the car. He did not like that one bit. Of course now I’ve gone mute. He did not like that worse. I’m signing. No dice. Ivy is dumbstruck. She could catch flies in her mouth. I give her what I think is a “please-talk-and-tell-this-cop-I’m-diabetic-starving-and-in-need-of-medical-treatment” look.
Oh my God, does she start talking.
I’m not sure if the cop understood any of it. I know I didn’t.
I was briefly afraid he would call an ambulance. But that passed over.
I got my Tacos in the end. Got to dialysis later than usual. But it all went ok.
Hope the old dog survives.
(The cops last name was Lowrekus. I’m not even kidding)