BOOM—flop flop flop flop

Current music: “Bridge of Sighs” by Robin Trower. You read right.

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You ever feel like weird crap just happens when you’re around?

I strolled down Precinct Line Road last night to take a DVD back to Blockbuster. It’s not far from the house.

And as I returned, I heard a BOOM—flop flop flop flop.

A couple blocks in front of me, on the opposite side of the road, a car was driving ON the sidewalk. Not on the road at all.

Now, Precinct Line has always made me nervous. I keep a close eye on the cars whenever I’m over there. I’m always scared of some car zipping by at 40mph and jumping the curb, leaving me as a greasy stain on the sidewalk.

So this car went maybe 100 feet on the sidewalk, then plopped back onto the road. It ambled past me slowly, some sort of late model sedan. It had a flat tire, and was making some other screwy sounds. A Jeep followed as the car turned into the library parking lot. The Jeep hung back a bit, though, so I’d guess they weren’t together, per se, until the sidewalk incident.

A cop showed up almost immediately, and I headed home.

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So, did the car jump the curb and get the flat? Or did it jump the curb because of the flat?

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Computer issues. Gotta jet. Be good.