Monday, March 13, 2006

At Least the Milkshake was Tasty

I was making milkshakes for dessert when Kim calls into the kitchen, "What happened?"

I'd heard a small [crump] but I didn't pay it any mind, amid the whinings of an out-of-sorts Lillian and the incoherent babblings of everyday Nicholas. I joined her at the picture window and we saw a white car, stopped in the middle of the road.

Kim explained that she'd watched the car driving down the road and heard the noise. I slipped into my shoes and scurried outside to see if there was anything I could do.

A car was stopped at the entrance to the condo complex, facing outward. A man was walking toward the white car, which now had a hood bent up like an A.

Being a "first-aider", I assessed the situation and noticed that everyone was okay. It was pretty obvious what happened, but the guy who had been leaving the condo explained it to me anyway.

"It was slippery and I couldn't stop. Man, I hope she doesn't go to the cops." I was in no position to comment on that and I suggested that the woman, who was pretty shaken-up, pull her car over to the side of the road. Fortunately, it was still driveable, and she did as I suggested.

I wasn't going to go anywhere, since this guy was taller than I was, and the lady was a small Asian woman. I didn't think the guy would try to do anything but I wanted to make sure.

I suggested he go and get his insurance papers and he ran off to his car to get them. They weren't there. He drove off as I noted his license plate number in case he didn't come back.

While he was gone, I asked the lady if she had a pen and paper. She was still pretty shaken-up, and I offered to write the information down for her. I did, she told the guy she wouldn't go to the police and everyone left, if not happy, then satisfied. About the time that I finished writing the insurance information, I realized that I hadn't put my coat on. Or my touque.

I went inside and enjoyed my milkshake and now you have this delightful story to read.

The end.

14 comments:

domesticvixen said...

What time was this at?

Liam J. said...

Around 6:15 or so. Twenty minutes or so before I posted. I just left enough time for my fingers to stop shaking from the coldness.

domesticvixen said...

Huh. I guess we were being too loud to hear anything.

Kyle said...

So.. a car hit another car? I wasn't too sure on that. One a side note, my roll up the rim to win, once again, lost. Sixth time in a row, damn that Snot roh Mit. hmm.... that'd be a good new nickname for them, snotmitts, like the kind you used to get playing street hockey.

Liam J. said...

So, goin' down to Snot Mitts, are you?

I don't lose at Roll-Up-The-Rim. I just roll until I see "ain" and assume I've won a train. What do I need a train for?

Chuck Norris said...

Chuck Norris doesn't roll up the rim to win, he rolls the cup down and waits for the prizes to fall out.

Baron Von Cliff said...

I managed at one point to have a string of three free coffees in a row. It was a wonderful time. Nothing quite like coffee that keeps replenishing itself. Yep, I was on quite a ride for awhile there. Days seemed brighter, children seemed happier, birds...well, okay, that were still mostly obnoxiously loud...but everything else was wonderful. then one day, I roll up my rim, and there it was. Please...Try...Again. I was shattered. Having grown as accustomed to not having to pay for coffee as I had, my whole world collapsed around me. It was all a lie. I thought the coffee was faithful, but she'd been on the lips of any man with two dollars in his pocket and a desire for something steamy. Someday, I'll be okay...someday.

Liam J. said...

Cliff,

That is truly the saddest story I've ever heard. Betrayed by a hot, sweet cup-o-somethin' is the worst thing that can happen to a man. It breaks him down, makes him... less of a man. Do you feel like less of a man? Do you need to let it out?

Let it out, man. Sound out your pain. Give it voice or it will hold you in thrall for all of eternity. (Then again, there's something to be said for never dying...)

Shiny Beamer said...

no drama queens here! ;)

Kyle said...

Cliff, submit your story to snotmits and you could win something, like a free coffee maybe?

Story Submission

Baron Von Cliff said...

I don't know what's right anymore. I've lost all focus...all ability to differentiate between love and hate. I'm...trying to move on...trying...and the sweet little cup I'm sipping from right now is certainly helping. Oh, sure, I realize that it's slight dusting of Coffee Mate and liberal helping of sugar make it nothing more than a cheap rebound fling, but sometimes, that's the sort of thing a mand needs to feel like a man.

I don't think I could submit my tale of woe for something so fleeting as another cup of coffee. It would only lead to more rejecting and the pain of a heart rent by betrayal. Oh, Jesus, it hurts...must gulp from travel mug! Aaauuuuugghh....ahhhhh...all better.

Shiny Beamer said...

I think you might actually need some help, Mr. Cliff!

Baron Von Cliff said...

Oh, sure...a man gets his heart torn out by a flirtatious mug of coffee, and HE'S the one that needs help. What about it, huh? What about it's using me for cheap thrills and then tossing me aside like yesterday's newspaper? Huh? Why isn't THAT questioned? When did I become the one in need of assistance? Why...oh God...can't go on...

Shiny Beamer said...

I REST MY CASE!