One of those days
I just realized I never told my great story from Tuesday night!
It's a little after 9:00, there's still some light in the sky, and I'm leaving the Hugo House after my writing class. A pile of other classes have also gotten out, plus the softball game at the ballfield across the street has just broken up, so there are a lot of people around, finishing conversations, getting into cars, pulling out of the tricky angled parking spots.
I'm about half a block away, chatting with a classmate, when we hear a tremendous crunching/tearing sound. We turn around in time to see an FUV finish ripping the bumper completely off of a recent-vintage sedan. Apparently the driver tried to cut too closely around the sedan and hooked the bumper.
He gets out of his behemoth and looks at the damage. Even from forty feet away we can see his shoulders slump.
Then, in a slow take worthy of the greats of silent comedy, he looks up... looks past his vehicle... and sees the police car that has pulled up behind him. And the officer getting out. Notebook in hand. Shaking her head.
I wouldn't have guessed that he could have looked any more dejected than he had moments before... but I was wrong.
Did I giggle vengefully? Lord forgive me, but you bet I did.