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as i rounded the corner, there were many oddities demanding my attention.
a construction zone, a car parked in the right lane, a woman standing in the street, an abandon car 15 feet off the road, and finally a woman's legs protruding from the driver side window of the abandon car.
the wife looked up from her magazine just in time to scream "look out", but it was too late. an oversized rubber traffic cone folded under my grill. it made horrific noises as it traveled under the van and was spit out the rear. i never even had the chance to hit the brakes.
as i continued driving, i began explaining to wife about all the distractions contributing to the now mangled traffic cone behind us.
"there was a woman sticking out of a car and another standing in the street..."
i stopped my explanation short realizing it didn't matter and i was a little too weirded out to talk anyway. for the next mile or so, the car was consumed by silence. from the back of the mini van, son one finally broke the silence.
"dad, did you kill her?"
my wife laughed till she cried. i guess she thinks it's funny our kids believe dad would run a woman over without slowing and continue on as if nothing happened.
on the upside, if i do ever mow down a pedestrian with the kids in the car, i now have a free pass. i will tell them it was a giant traffic cone.
Posted by griff at July 20, 2004 09:59 AM