While I was sitting at my computer writing about Hobo Kitties deciding whether or not to come in out of the cold , we heard what sounded like a car crash outside. I glanced out the window; Bonnie’s pretty little VW was parked on the street all shined up and without damage. I could see nothing indicating an accident and chalked it up to the yard crew putting their huge lawn mower into the trailer at the corner.
A few minutes later I heard Bonnie exclaim, “There’s a couple of police cars pulling up in front of our house; no, make that three!” Maybe there had been a wreck, only it was around where we couldn’t see it.
I joked, on the way out the door, about the lady across the street who had difficulty parking her Mercedes; wow, that was it! Once outside and with a better angle, there was the wreck; our neighbor had accidently hit the gas instead of the brake. Her car went through the back wall of their garage, past the swimming pool, through the fence and onto the next yard. I intentionally blurred the license plate numbers on their vehicles.
It reminded me of the fellow who asked how the driving lesson went, the one where the lead in, “Every thing went fine, except we need to buy a new bird bath”, followed by, “But we don’t own a bird bath.” The wife then explained how the car went through the garage taking out the back of the house, flew over the swimming pool, crashed through the fence into her neighbor’s back yard taking out their bird bath. Funny how life happens; glad nobody was injured, other than their pride that is.
A few minutes later I heard Bonnie exclaim, “There’s a couple of police cars pulling up in front of our house; no, make that three!” Maybe there had been a wreck, only it was around where we couldn’t see it.
I joked, on the way out the door, about the lady across the street who had difficulty parking her Mercedes; wow, that was it! Once outside and with a better angle, there was the wreck; our neighbor had accidently hit the gas instead of the brake. Her car went through the back wall of their garage, past the swimming pool, through the fence and onto the next yard. I intentionally blurred the license plate numbers on their vehicles.
It reminded me of the fellow who asked how the driving lesson went, the one where the lead in, “Every thing went fine, except we need to buy a new bird bath”, followed by, “But we don’t own a bird bath.” The wife then explained how the car went through the garage taking out the back of the house, flew over the swimming pool, crashed through the fence into her neighbor’s back yard taking out their bird bath. Funny how life happens; glad nobody was injured, other than their pride that is.
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