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I was just going to go back to the office after my non-retox lunch, but I saw two accidents in quick succession, and then saw a blockage a few blocks ahead and decided to detour...BTW, is everybody driving drunk today? Are they all stupid? 128 years old?
One accident was a faux-hawk in a beater Chevy that just decided a lane change without looking was the right move...unfortunately, there was Ford PU already occupying that very space:(
The other accident was a near shoulder to shoulder U-Turn by Mel Brooks' 2,000 year old man...he was looking under his steering wheel when his Mercury was slowed in it's stately progress by the side of a Lexus SUV:(
I saw both "accidents" start and finish...luckily (and most importantly) none of the flying debris hit me:)
My detour took me close to Karsh's and I decided a stop was in order:)
Hadn't I been good at Lunch?...Yes!
Weren't my nerves jangled from witnessing all of this automotive mayhem?...Yes!
Did I really need any reason to swing by and pick up a Cinnamon Bobka, 6 eclairs and a Black & White Cookie for the weekend?...Not Really:)
Fresh and fully stocked Karsh's...they were busy, but smiling and friendly...all my baked goodies, out the door for $20:)
Everything is safely back home, now...out of the reach of all of these spatially "challenged", motorized go-tards:)
Well...all are safely home except the Black and White Cookie...he didn't even make it all the way to Scottsdale...but he went down happy:)
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