Workers at Trump Plaza New Rochelle say after car plowed into lobby, make driver got out and took a seat on a sofa. Said nothing. Several injuries but none are life threatening. pic.twitter.com/kJz1FRy5ra— Tony Aiello (@AielloTV) September 18, 2019
The driver got out of the car and then sat on one of the sofas in the lobby.
Come to think of it, what else is there for them to do?
Apparently police interviewed the driver right there on the lobby sofa.
And that makes people think this another of those elderly accidents in which one reaches the realization that it's time to give up driving.
If you click through the link you'll see more posts that get into details as they become available.
I had trouble parking the car. This was before I inherited the truck. The textbook method of positioning then backing into the slot no longer worked the first time.
I had trouble judging distances and speed, trouble merging, trouble keeping up.
I broke the mirror off a parked car in a tight situation by misjudging distance by inches.
I could no longer even start a NYT crossword puzzle far less complete one in record time.
I must stop driving.
What a bummer!
Now everyone else has to drive me around.
This was before Uber and Lyft.
Then I went for two surgeries at once.
One to remove a lump on my wrist and another surgeon operating at the same time to remove a lump on my head.
I thought they were the same kind of lumps but they were two entirely different lumps.
The brain surgeon guy told me "This appears to be congenital. But it's taken this long, it's taken your new state of degradation for it flair."
"What?"
"You were born with this."
"What?"
"As a child, when your skull coalesced, as skulls do, your skull pinched off a bit of your brain that remained outside your skull but under the skin.
"F'k'n what?"
"A bit of your brain was pinched off. Since you were a baby. When I tried to pull it off, it had a stem that went into your brain. I removed a part of your brain."
"What?
"The lump on your head had a very long stem."
"W-h-a-a-a-t?"
"Want to see it?"
"No!"
Immediately I could do the NYT crossword puzzles again. Faster than ever before. I'd read the clue and I could think of ten things the answer could be. I could hold those in mind and read other clues. Then fill them in when letters matched. I could see right through the misdirection and be amused with it.
The puzzles were even more funny than before.
I saw the humor of the authors and editors that was previously hidden to me. I saw everyone having a great time making these puzzles and publishing them. I saw the snags that other people were having solving them.
I finished the puzzles much faster than ever before. Just zipped right through them like filling out a doctor's form except a lot more amusing.
Parking the car was no problem at all. Driving was joy. If only I could feel the pedals it'd be perfect.
I can drive again!
It was like aging to maximum and facing death and then being reborn again.
And I find myself praying, "God, thank you for all that."
God: You're welcome.
5 comments:
Clearly we must ban cars now.
Looks like a Tesla. Did it have Chappaqua registry? Maybe the aim was to pee on the couch.
I cannot tell cars apart anymore.
I never could, actually.
But now they all look the same to me.
One day I looked out upon a dense compression of cars and they were all light gray. They all looked pretty much the same.
Elsewhere people agreed this is a Mercedes and that's what made them think it is an oldster accident and not a political statement.
But honestly, the trim made the car look cheap to me.
According to the police report it's a 2018 Mercedes. Driver is 63. Damn kids these days with their hot rods.
Watched MSNBC prior
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