1)Last Monday–I saw my very first drunk driver. White pickup truck (painted with housepaint, naturally), going down Murfreesboro Road, through the middle of Smyrna. Swerving through both lanes, going 20 mph lower than the limit.
He wandered off into a side road, running a red light.
5 AM. Must have been going home, after the party.
2)Wednesday afternoon, going home on I-24.
I look off to one side of the road, & see a large number of very big, dark colored birds, with no feathers on their heads.
Hmmm… think I. Must be buzzards, around a dead, roadkill deer.
Nope.
Around 20 wild Turkeys.
The day before Thanksgiving.
In the year road hunting became legal in Tennessee.
All together now: Death wish!
The other day, my wife and I were in McDonald’s having breakfast. We were there for about 20 minutes, and were sitting near the bathrooms. While we were there, nobody went into the bathrooms. At a corner table, some guy had left his tray, coat, and laptop bag.
After 20 minutes, the man walks out of the bathroom, carrying his laptop. The laptop was open and was on top of some sort of wire frame/riser/laptop stand.
I had to go into the bathroom to wash my hands since I had gotten syrup on them. The bathroom is very, very tiny, and only has one urinal and one stall. I happened to glance into the stall and saw that the diaper-changing table was pulled down.
As far as I can tell, the man was in the bathroom with his laptop open, on a laptop stand, which had been placed on the diaper-changing table in the only stall. For 20 minutes.
I really don’t want to know what he was surfing for in there.
I’m so glad you posted that, Shoeless. I always thought that was amusing, but nobody else seemed to get why I thought it was funny.
This is secondhand, but a co-worker came back from a trip where she’d apparently been through Branson and told us all about the signs she’d seen for the butterfly house’s Christmas event…
I see this guy periodically who jogs through the streets of my neighborhood in NY wearing a slip, heels, makeup, and his hair in a bun. Really funny, I live in the upper eastside, pretty staid, families, yuppies, frat kids, whatever, not an edgy, cool, neighborhood where you might see this kinda thing & not blink an eye. Don’t know what his story is, good for him though!
Driving down the highway last week I saw what appeared to be a very serious accident scene involving about ten vehicles, many in the ditch.
One of the vehicles was a horse trailer. It was in the ditch, upright, and the horse was sticking his head out of the lone window, looking all around as if to say, “What the fuck?!?”
mmm
LOL…Just got Ed Browns “holiday newsletter”. I met Ed (the pirate dude) at a hippie bar one night. He was out back at set break “jonesing” for a hit, I hooked him up. He has since handled a few tickets for me, the first was free of charge.
FTR, the eye patch is a ruse, but every time i have seen him he is wearing it, even in court. Ed told me he had a “lazy eye”…:dubious:
Well, I don’t know if Ed really has a lazy eye or not, but his eye patch looks exactly like the type my son’s eye doctor prescribed for his lazy eye (my son’s :D).
It means “across the woods”. This whole area was mainly forest a couple of centuries ago. Transylvania was proposed as the state name at one point I think.
The oddest thing I’ve seen recently would have to be a stool specimen. It came inside a regular screw-capped container. With a plastic spoon.
Last week I saw, met and talked to my first human that claimed he had been “probed anally by aliens.” I work in a library. He wanted to know if we had any books on the subject. While at the reference desk, he looked around nervously (for them).
