Well, before I get into my personal story, let me start off with this image I found which I think is as funny as hell. It’s Macho Man, Randy Savage body slamming Jesus. Um, yeah…
Oh….this isn’t going to end well.
Would you care for some sweets?
Oh…this isn’t going to end well, either.
They are a little chewy.
So…on with my story. This happened on my way to work.
A big, black truck cruised along the road and then attempted to make a right turn. At the same time, a handicapped girl barrelled down the sidewalk on her red scooter trying to make the green light. Neither of them noticed each other. The scooter flew forward into the intersection with lightning speed and the truck driver made his turn.
All I could think at that moment is…
Oh…this isn’t going to end well.
It reminded me of a chicken being thrown out of a helicopter and expected to fly, the feeling of complete helplessness over the situation.
Then…..CRASH! The girl smashed right into the side of the truck, her face plastered up against the passenger door like she was auditioning for a Yop commercial. Then everything changed to slow motion. She flopped backward like a limp gymnast onto the ground. The scooter turned and did an Evel knievel maneuver on two wheels. Then it came to a stop at the sidewalk and tipped over onto one side.
Amazingly, or perhaps it was a miracle, the lady stood up on both legs and swore like a truck driver at the guy in the truck.
“You ran me over!” She screamed frantically.
Well, technically she got smooshed. I don’t know if that term would hold up in court, but that’s my personal jargon.
I saw her a few days later riding a spanking new, blue scooter with all the bells and whistles. Insurance is a wonderful thing.
No, it didn’t end well…or did it?